I am grateful for a kid with a smile on her face, one who says everything is great and all the nesting taking place.
I am grateful for a kid with a smile on her face, one who says everything is great and all the nesting taking place.
I am grateful for time with friends and family, biscuits as fluffy mama makes, muscle, music, a broom, a mop, and a day of prepping for the future.
I am grateful for cooking, eating, the conversations we have around food, rest, a warm shower and one of those shows with characters I can fall asleep with.
"Whatever the thing that makes the thing good is the thing that I'm drawn to - for me. For a long time lyrics meant very little..."
"Really? Fight for Your Right to Party - Beastie Boys?"
"Yeah, it was fun. It was good lyrics but it wasn't what was important."
I am grateful for a podcast, a dialogue, a collection of ladders, a soreness and help.
I am grateful for a smooth driveway, the town's grocery/hardware store, chisels, hammers, wheelbarrows, hoses, my spray nozzle, vinegar, good water pressure, a decent broom and little hands and large drama and the meal we will share.
I am grateful to clock out early, get a nap, visit, move some brick, say thank you again and again, reconnect and remember.
I am grateful for clean bricks and home and stories and back porch and front porch and lemons and cucumbers and strawberries and celery and blueberries and skinless, boneless chicken thighs, salted, sous vide, patted dry, foiled, refrigerated and then seared in some bacon grease after a generous dusting of garlic and chili powder.
I am grateful for a ladder, wood, a saw, a phone call, an email, a quote and teachers everywhere I go.