I am grateful for a fun afternoon with Jem, baking fudge, cinnamon muffins and cheese scones. So much more fun than homework. Or anything else I should really rather have been doing.
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one hundred and nineteen
I am very very grateful for Kate and Jem. To be the mother of two such mischievous, interesting, beautiful, challenging, kind, argumentative, inquiring daughters is an honour. I am filled with gratitude for the blessing of them. And for the blessing of my own mother. I am so very grateful for you mom, today and forever. You inspire me to be better. I am grateful that you know how much I appreciate you. And love you.
one hundred and eighteen
I am so very grateful to have a daughter who loves vintage clothing and who is ok with sharing. Even if there is an air of ‘mmmm, I’m not so sure about my 46 year old mom wearing the same top as me’ about the sharing. Then again, you should have seen the smirk at my ‘selfie’. Oh, stuff it. I am also so very very grateful for a girl’s night out.
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I am grateful for today. For the beauty of today. But especially for the beauty of the quiet end to the day. The quiet end to the week. Kate and I and the beach. Gentle murmurs, cold sand and quiet smiles.
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I am grateful for a quick coffee that lasts a morning. For time spent with an honest, authentic, inspiring but most importantly what you see is what you get friend. And consistently so. It is very reassuring to share truth with someone who respects honesty and sharing as much as I do. And who uses the word ‘shame’ as much as I do too.
one hundred and fifteen
I am horrified at how rapidly my eyes are getting weaker. I realised today I can’t even do groceries without my readers … not if I want to read any form of small print. They are just all so uninspiring. So, at the risk of being seen as very shallow I am so grateful for online shopping today, and the four pairs of funky readers I ordered, from vintage to cats eyes and even George Burns inspired ones.
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I am grateful for shiny floors and a sparkling apartment. Especially because for the first time in over two years, it wasn’t done by me. I can’t believe how much I took having my home cleaned by someone other than myself, every single day, for granted. I am grateful that now I no longer do.
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I am grateful for exquisite late autumn days. For the perfect crisp air, for the shimmer of the sun off the ocean, for the soft white not too hot to walk on sand. For a beautiful place with kind friends, who help make a long weekend not quite so long.
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I am grateful to the kind gentleman who took this photo of Arienne and I as we were waiting to start the Noosa News 5km Run/Walk Breast Cancer thingy. Not only for the chuckle but for how earnestly he applied himself to the task. It was a priceless moment. For him too.
one hundred and eleven
I am grateful for perfectly still saturday mornings. For the view from the bench that should bear my name. But mostly I am grateful that it still takes my breath away.
grace and dignity 