I’ve been away for so long, I’m afraid that my blogging muscles have completely withered, but lately I’ve been thinking that I need to start counting again – counting my blessings and recounting the precious moments that we are living out daily.
And so I’m trying to fit back into this space, fitting the thanksgiving into the numberline, where I left off:
531. modern technology that allows international calls without the international price tag
532. four month olds who are seriously chubby, one in particular
533. smiles from babies, again, one in particular
534. children praying for their daddy at night
535. encouraging notes from a friend
536. another friend who offers sage advice and a listening ear
537. another friend who is letting me sit in on her knitting class again, to help teach this time
538. painting with six-year-olds
539. warm gingersnaps (I didn’t even think I liked gingersnaps until I made them for my class!)
540. thirteen children who “Oooooh” and “Aaaaah” over my still-warm-because-I-barely-had-time-to-bake-them-before-class gingersnaps!
541. the mom who told me that her daughter missed me when I was not teaching last week
542. doors that seem to be closing while other doors are opening
543. a little girl in the safe home of a friend who has three boys (even if only for a season)
544. the knowledge that even prayers whispered are heard
545. new classes for my children
547. Valentines mailed and delivered
548. a lazy Sunday
549. pajamas worn the whole day
550. toothbrushes and toothpaste!