17 December. I am grateful for sleep. It seems to be a little out of my grasp at the moment, so each little moment is precious. Just precious. A true escape. I’m assuming this was taken by B out of love and not just relief.
This is the closest I came to Hastings street today. I am grateful for a world where if you can’t get to it, it can get to you. And for partner who looks after me. No matter what that means. Like running a bath for me at 3am. Or bringing me my favourite coffee. You’re right angel, I am only little. And you are the best. Thank you.
15 December. I love my daughters. And I held them a little closer in my heart today, like I’m sure everyone did their own children. I am so very grateful my children are safe and at home, I wish with all my heart those tiny little souls and their courageous carers were too.
Now it is complete. I simply adore kookaburras. I am grateful one decided to visit us today. It felt like a welcome to the neighbourhood.
13 December. There are few people in this world who always consider the needs of others. Always. I am so grateful for a friend, a little stick of dynamite friend who works like a demon, makes a real difference to those who really suffer in this world, is always there for her family, and still knocked on our door today with a most delicious meal. And my favourite cake. To be honest, the most welcome sight. H, you are a remarkable women. A true inspiration. And not only for your killer lasagne.
12 December. As much as I dreaded my op I have to admit I was quite looking forward to the enforced bed rest. A bit messed up, I know. And it was a perfect overnight stay, drifting in and out of sleep due to the anaesthetic and a wonderful concoction of painkillers, reading a trashy romance novel, thanks Mel, and being waited on hand and foot. But despite this sad indictment on my life, I am beyond grateful to be home. And for the smile. You just gotta love teenagers.
11 December. I am grateful today is nearly over. And for the most beautiful flowers thoughtfully chosen especially for me from those I love. Both near and far. They and the sight of my gorgeous daughters, their cousins, my sister and B made the day more than bearable. You guys, all of you, really do complete me.
10 December. We have a lot of shit. A lot. I am so very grateful the apartment is finally empty. And that the cleaners were late because I had a quiet contemplative moment remembering and being thankful for a perfect three years. Although I simply cannot grasp it’s been three years. How did that happen?
9 December. PJ’s, The Black Keys, mad morning dancing and gay abandon. I am grateful the girls feel free here. Free to be mad. Free to be loud. I am loving our home.
8 December. Our new neighbours have lots of christmas lights. And an inflatable Father Christmas. I love our Christmas tree with its singular bird. And lights. Not that we felt the need to keep up. At all. But I am grateful for the giggle our perfectly paltry offering gave us.
grace and dignity 