I am grateful for the opportunity to let my mom know how much I love her on this special day. She loved me before I was born and looked forward to the day she met me.
I feel the same way about my kids. “Mother’s Day” is great but every day is Mother’s Day to me. My kids gave me the best gift anyone could offer–the gift of motherhood–when I conceived them. Meeting them, loving them, raising them, and seeing them grow into beautiful young adults has not been without challenges but I wouldn’t trade a moment for anything.
Children, I love you. Thank-you for the gift of you which has helped make me into a better person. You have my heart.
Happy Mother’s Day to those of you who are moms, who act as moms, who love as moms. Today is a special day to celebrate the gift of you!
Gratitude goes beyond the ‘mine’ and ‘thine’ and claims the truth that all of life is a pure gift. In the past I always thought of gratitude as a spontaneous response to the awareness of gifts received, but now I realize that gratitude can also be lived as a discipline. The discipline of gratitude is the explicit effort to acknowledge that all I am and have is given to me as a gift of love, a gift to be celebrated with joy.
~Henri J.M. Nouwen
Let’s celebrate what is good in our lives–who is amazing in our lives–and be grateful. Have a good one, friends.
J & G,
“May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.”
Love you both up to heaven and back.
Today is Thanksgiving. I am grateful my dad is alive and with us. I am thankful for my friends and family who are faithful and act in love. Peace to all of you.
Top o’ the morn (afternoon) to you! Although I am mostly Italian, the leprechauns visit us nearly every year. We forget to leave something green for them the night before and they punish our negligence by wreaking a wee bit of havoc. TPing our Christmas palms out front, strewing undergarments about, turning chairs upside down, leaving cabinet doors open, and, yes, even green pee in the toilet. A note usually accompanies the madness. This morning, however, was different from other St. Patty Day’s. My coffee pot was MIA along with my favorite mug. The little stinkers! I finally found my necessary items of addiction and was able to percolate a good, strong brew. Whether you are Irish or not, may you enjoy the mischievous teeny ones today and try to avoid their wiles!
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
It’s Christmas. For some of us, we are experiencing hardship and loss (or remembering our losses and hurting because of them). Some of us have felt the holes deeply other years and this year is more joyful. Some of us will be separated from those we love on this holiday. This day and celebration is for all of us, regardless, of where life’s tide has carried us. Whether we are sad, happy, alone, struggling to believe, in a sandy desert or together with loved ones and friends. So, here’s to all of us. I’m grateful to be seeing my niece and nephew tonight and tomorrow afternoon. They are my “hole pluggers” at times when I miss my children. There will be food, family, and love. There will even be some of the magic that has escaped me thus far this season. Carrots for reindeer, cookies and milk for Santa, and the same request I have repeated for years, an elf please? May peace, joy, and love be showered upon all of you.
To the big guy in the red and white suit, you kinda scare me. Everyone says you’re a nice old man with a real, white beard and twinkly eyes but mommy and daddy say I shouldn’t talk to strangers. Or sit on their laps. Or let them hug me and whisper in my ear. Do you like to sit in the mall all day? Don’t you miss Mrs. Claus? But I like the toys you bring. And I made you a list and mommy mailed it to you. How does it get to the North Pole? Do you really have little elves? Do they really make my Decepticon Transformer in China? How do you get in my house again? Could you leave the presents on the porch instead? Please don’t come in my bedroom and leave a gift under my little tree. The porch is where your cookies and milk is. And a carrot for your Rudolph. Flying reindeer sound neat but I don’t want to go in your sleigh. Just don’t land on the roof. If you do, I might wake up if I hear a scary sound and then mommy and daddy will be super mad if I sneak in their bedroom and climb into their bed and wake them up and hide under the covers. Just fly them down onto the ground. And leave the presents on the porch, member? Thanks, Santa. Stay away from the green stuff daddy hung up. Mommy and daddy kiss under there and it’s gross. Oh, the list! I’m good, right? At least pretty good? I didn’t really grab Yoda out of my sister’s hand when she took him and I was playing with him first. I just sorta took it. It really wasn’t my fault that she isn’t good at Trouble and she started crying and I told her it’s because I’m the bestest Trouble game player in the world. I said I was sorry when she tattle taled to mommy. I promise I’ll go right to sleep. Even if I fall asleep on the sofa in the living room I’m still really sleeping, kay? I won’t be able to see you on the porch. The sliding door is dark at night. The Christmas lights don’t make it bright enough. So just go ahead and put the presents there, kay? Mom says I have to set the table with silverware and stuff. She says you’re watching. That’s kinda creepy but just remember my list, kay? Good night Santa. I hope you have a nice trip to Florida after Christmas.
Not supposed to be on the computer much so I will be brief (or at least try to). According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, the term thanksgiving means:
1. the act of giving thanks
2. a prayer expressing gratitude
3. a public acknowledgment or celebration of divine goodness
Tomorrow, I will be engaging in numbers 1, 2, and 3. I hope you’ll join me. Despite life’s sometimes uncontrollable circumstances, we can all choose to be thankful for something or someone (or many things and many people). I am incredibly grateful for my family and friends who have been present when life has handed me cannolis (my favorite dessert) or when it’s dished out the Warheads. I also have a wonderful home, clean water, food, and a body pillow. Not going to lie, I am looking forward to mom’s Italian stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie (a large can of Ready Whip awaits). But the people I am sharing the meal with make the holiday. I hope you’ll join me in bringing to mind what or who you are thankful for. While I know, for some of you, Thanksgiving will be difficult and/or sad, remember that someone is thankful for YOU! Blessings. . .