Late at night, still smelling the pumpkin pies baked and ready for tomorrow. Or I should say later today.
Surrounded by family, my youngest, the night owl, curled up next to me. Her older sister reading a book. Her brother crashed, sound asleep as he got up early for 3 hours swim practice. I can see that one son and his wife are still up and online, doing homework I hear, their little one sleeping I bet. Chatted earlier with Jessica while the pies were baking, wish they didn’t live so far away, thankful that their new daughter is doing well. Another son and his wife made it in town. She just graduated, he’ll be through soon and on to graduate school, maybe a second internship with NASA this summer. Another son back for college break, visiting his girlfriend, should be home any minute. Husband sound asleep for some time, Thanksgiving is his favorite holiday. And is that the cat I hear snoring? Yep it is.
So you can see I am truly blessed with family.
I’m blessed in that I have to freedom to do what I want, be who I am, it’ll take me a lifetime to figure that out, but what an adventure, with so many friends along the way. It always amazes me how many touch our lives, give our spirits a lift. You can find good people wherever you go, online or off. Family, old friends, new friends, even an unexpected smile from a fellow shopper.
I have a niece who volunteered helping orphans in Africa last summer, several had aids. Some children lived by themselves and their only good meal was the one served by the school. It was quite an eye opener for her, her heart went out to the kids. Wishing she could have gone out and adopted them all, way to many. I’m thankful for the country we live in, the resources we have, the opportunities all around us. Just open your eyes! Which ones have your name on them.
Sometimes you just grab what is in front of you, enjoy that moment. Less than two weeks ago, I was spending the night at’s my sister’s, before flying home. and we decided to hike up the mountain side and scramble up some rocks. Great fun just to sit up there on top, talking about old times/new times, watching the sun set on the city below, the lights turning on one by one. The adventure of scrambling back down those same rocks in the fading light, then the hike back.
That last son came back, sharing the results of his shopping trip, he wants to be no where near the mall on Friday, and needed some new clothes for an event Saturday. “Good Night Mom”
And so I shall call it a night. Thankful to God for all the gifts which he gives.