Today has been a beautiful gift, a gentle day, lovely bonding moments with Kate, a delicious catch up nap, an afternoon on the couch with a new book and especially a call from the sellers agent very keen to do what is necessary to resurrect our contract on the house. So not only am I grateful for a perfect day after the night before, but also for a husband who is always right.
16 November. I am grateful for a distracting girls night out. A welcome distraction because B and I decided to walk away from the house purchase due to an impasse on various issues. So I am grateful for a fun end to a not fun day. For meeting new friends and getting to know old friends better. For sharing and for perspective. And for gratitude at being reminded once again how blessed I am.
I am grateful for a morning steeped in creativity. I never realised quite how much I had missed discussions about concepts, lighting, the idea, cropping, how less is so often more or quite how much I had missed critiquing the work of others. Or how good I am at it. Critiquing others I mean. Not so sure I like being on the receiving end though.
I am grateful for two sweet, kind, self motivated and sometimes bloody cheeky daughters. I love how they just get on with what needs to be done, and am very grateful it is acknowledged. I can’t pretend I wasn’t very proud tonight. You go girls.
I am grateful for the gift of kind words today. So very unexpected and so appreciated.
I am grateful for the unexpected pics I find on my phone, the little gifts from my girls. A little smile at the discovery and for that fraction of a second nothing else exists. Just love.
11 November. I am grateful for rainy lazy pj sundays. (And for daughters who don’t follow this blog).
10 November. I am grateful for that ahhh moment. For the smell, the taste, the warmth, the caffeine hit, the blend, the barista, whatever. It just works for me. Especially on a Saturday morning.
9 November. Today I am grateful for a serendipitous meeting with a wise and gentle friend along a soul filled coastal track, a distinctive orange cap and most especially a sweaty hug.
Today was not the best day. It appears we may have a deal breaker building issue on the house. No supplier is responding when they said they would. The bank manager is on leave, her replacement is ill and the relevant file is in transit. Our attorney speaks in legalese. My husband is away again. My teenage daughter and I are rubbing each other up the wrong way. My youngest daughter’s friends are hurting her feelings. Not the best day for that either, because I was already on the warpath. I left three messages for B. I am grateful my fourth call got through, not because anything was resolved but because when I started to rant at him too saying, surely you should be able to take a call from your mother, I mean wife, B burst out laughing. I did try cover it up but no way. It was very funny. I am so very grateful for the perspective of a belly laugh. It is so easy to take life much too seriously.
grace and dignity 