10 January. I am grateful for a road trip. For my travel companions, for the time together for a mother and son, and for a padkos stop to beat all stops. And for the reminder of many other road trips. And the fun we always have.
5 January. I am grateful for a shared smile, a naughty twinkle, late night eyes and a forever love.
2 November. I am grateful for a gentle squeeze from a friend. For her compassion, her genuine ongoing support and her authenticity. And for the solidarity of a silly pink wig. Year after fabulous year.
19 October. I am so grateful I have two daughters. Even if sometimes they are a tad too honest. Even for me.
I had two little extra companions on the beach today. And as delightful as they were I had to be more alert today than I have been for a very long while. So whilst those who know me know I wax lyrical about every age and stage and do not wish any of it away, today I was a little bit grateful my girls are not quite so young anymore. It means I get to drift off from time to time. Bliss. And how cool are the sand circles. I watched three young girls spend ages making them. I loved how everyone walked around them for the rest of the day. Well, everyone that is, except my two young companions.
30 September. I am grateful we hung in for the most amazing burger in the entire world. And I do love a burger. I do. Even though I hate queuing for food, I’d queue for one of these any day.
27 September. I am grateful for good old fashioned dad and daughter time with a good old fashioned toboggan. And good old fashioned tumbles aplenty. And belly laughs.
I am grateful for company in the kitchen. And help. Especially because it was unsolicited. And because I know not to take it for granted. It is precious and fleeting. Even if it quickly deteriorated into a selfie session.
I drew the short straw today. Or so I thought. I got to take Jem and her friends to a water polo match at 6pm 40mins away from home. To see those determined little faces in their funny little water polo caps, to watch them soldier against much bigger girls, to see them fight hard and score goals, to feel their pride, to hear my own whoops of joy and encouragement, to feel my not very well hidden competitive spirit. I had such a fun time. I’m grateful for short straws that are actually long straws.
Today I am grateful for a huge big smile.
grace and dignity 