I had a fun two days. And I know one of the main reasons was because I didn’t have to worry about Kate and Jem. I am grateful for wonderful families who embrace my children like they’re their own. And for wonderful friends, who 3 years ago, if life had been different, I would never have known.
I was B’s assistant today. His dorky fall over the tripod assistant. I worked harder than I ever have done before doing things I would never have done before. And had a fabulous time doing it. So today I am grateful for new experiences. And for not taking myself too seriously.
I do love peanut butter. I love butter even more. Melted butter and peanut butter on over toasted soy lin bread. There is nothing better. Today and right now. So, I am very very grateful for my lunch today.
I am grateful for the fact that today on a Tuesday morning, I got to walk the national park and bob around in the exquisite Laguna Bay. I am grateful to Ilona and Arienne for being as in awe as me. But I am especially grateful to B for deciding Noosa is where we would live, long before I even knew it existed.
I wear a little heart around my neck. It is a symbol of love and was given to me by my sister in law. I am grateful for my little heart, because whenever I touch it, it comforts me and I think of her. And when I think of her, I think of endless cups of coffee, endless glasses of red wine, endless laughs and home. It stills me. It helps me find my strength.
I am grateful for date night. Not because it was a wonderful romantic why don’t we do this more often kind of night. But because it reminded me how often we forget to talk. Or listen to each other. Really listen .
I am grateful for this little secret haven today, a magic toadstool and a moment when little girls could be little girls. A moment when the world was perfect. Or I could pretend it was.
My little Jem is struggling to sleep. It annoyed me for a moment that B had to sleep elsewhere, but then I realised how lucky I was. Because I got to snuggle up with her. And I know there aren’t too many more of those precious moments left. It is always so beautiful to see her sleep and to watch her wake up. I am grateful I get to do that. I am grateful she still gets comfort from being in mommy and daddy’s bed. I know I always did.
I am grateful for this pile of dirty washing. And for the muddle we all found ourselves in this morning. A muddle because there was too much laughter, debate, advice giving, loving, hurrying, even singing, happening. Grateful because it meant B was home.
Today I was relieved to hear my dad had had a successful prostrate op. Third time lucky. And a good night in ICU. I am so grateful to him for looking after his health and fitness all these years. I wish I could be there. I wish I could hug him. But spending a quiet moment, having a flat white with him, on a bench on his favourite river, was the best I could do. So I am grateful for the memory of him here, because it felt like he was right there with me.
grace and dignity 