Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Viva la difference

The more I think about it, the more I walk through my house, the more I realize I could not do what Jennifer is doing. Selling everything she owns and leaving. I have to be careful not to over analyze the difference. It is what it is. I realize I AM content. I realize I AM happy. I realize my heart is filled with gratitude. The things I'm grateful for aren't big things or complicated things. Here are ten things that come to mind this morning.

1. The volunteer redbud that has thrived and grown to bloom its heart out this spring.

2. Starbucks espresso coffee (especially this morning).

3. A husband that dares to seize his inner designer and rearrange the "tablescape" in the kitchen.

4. A sister who doesn't keep credit card receipts but kept all my letters in chronological order and tied them with a ribbon.

5. A cat who wants to be in the same room with me all the time.

6. Big white azaelas that seem to have survived two bizarre nights of freezing temperatures in April and still promise blooms.

7. A daughter who never fails to make me laugh.

8. A drawer full of fresh vegetables to make my lunch.

9. My clean white sweatpants that make my morning so cozy.

10. The hint of pink in the morning sky that lets me know today is dawning.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow...a husband who has an "inner designer" in him, and who is good at doing laundry...clean, white, sweat pants...you're a LUCKY woman, and i'm a lucky man....guess who.

Suzie-Q said...

What a nice list. You really DO sound content.

sarah in disturbia said...

I hope to God I'M the daughter you're talking about. Cuz you know those other ones are NOT funny. At least not in a Ha Ha kind of way. No offense other daughters. You're great. In your own Step-Daughter kind of way.

Jennifer said...

I love it when you are content and I recognize it easily. I'm just not there. Even tho' I smile at the blooming clematis and remember the new sod from last season, I know the holes in the yard are there. And no matter how hard I try, they still come back. Holes, areas of emptiness that require more than left over dirt and preplanted grass. I don't know what I will find in Germany but I'm hoping there will be more letters to file and something of substance to fill the void and quiet the restlessness.