Monday, February 15, 2010

Love looks different

We walked into Ralphs the other day, into a blast of red heart balloons, bouquets of roses and gift plants -- red, red, red. At church yesterday, at least half the women were wearing red, some of them very, very red. I appreciated the concept and the celebration - Happy Valentine's Day to the world!!

But sometimes love looks different. This year, it was quiet. Understated. And much appreciated.

holy experience

  • daughters wanting to return home for a day or a weekend
  • daughters bringing friends and boyfriends home with them
  • a feast of a dinner Saturday night, shared with family
  • a husband who spent Valentine's Day afternoon under the kitchen sink, clearing a nasty clog in the drain pipe and replacing an old piece of pipe.
  • the same man's creativity in using a car jack to wrench the pipe out
  • tools
  • take-out Valentine's dinner, ordered on-line (they must have designed that just for me)
  • a text message from an absent child, wish me a happy V-day
  • sunflowers
  • 80-degree days with birds singing and pansies blooming
  • my temporary handicapped-parking pass
  • Friday morning coffee with friends
  • a goodbye visit at the office from our middle child, who didn't want to go back to college without a last hug

Monday, February 8, 2010

Something to write home about

I don't have much to say. So there.

holy experience

  • Eucalypus trees in silhouette; always one of my favorite things
  • farmers' markets
  • football & knitting with friends
  • catch-up talk with daughters and friends
  • new makeup
  • aisle seats
  • my Dymo LabelWriter
  • Berry-flavored sparkling water
  • a new blank book
  • an old, well-thumbed and read, book
  • Google ;-)
  • walking in winter sun

Monday, February 1, 2010

Still so very thankful

I don't update this often, mostly because I write it as an exercise for myself and I'm not sure anyone else has ever read it. ;-) But I find that perfectionistic part of me really doesn't want to post something publicly unless I am sure it is wonderful, witty, or at least entertaining. And usually what I want to say isn't.

I am thinking regularly about all the little gifts in my life, the ones that I want to record here, and the meaning of the "1000 Gifts" Gratitude Community. Sometimes I smile at a small gift, thanking God for showing me the squirrel running up the orange tree or my husband pointing to the small bird singing loudly to the world. Sometimes I bluster my way through my day, not paying attention to anything but my to-do list and the rumble in my head. I hope to change the ratio of those days.

holy experience

  • the icemaker we waited many years to plumb and the sound of the cubes plunking out at all hours
  • text messages, especially from the girls
  • soup
  • audiobooks
  • a friend who says "yippee-do" in gladness to be together
  • an office with a window
  • the new-to-us cherry cabinet that a friend wanted us to have
  • built-in nightlights
  • the little bird who sings in the front yard
  • hot water
  • my new clunky shoes that are so so good for my feet
  • friends who are glad to see me even when I am at my crankiest
  • my husband cleaning the litter box without being asked or reminded