There is sunshine in my life again - not all day every day - but there are some times that are so good they give me hope.
In no particular order:
My family - here and all over the country.
Friends who send emails, cards, flowers, FB messages, make phone calls (even when I can't talk). I'm overwhelmed.
Peace and the ability to be in the apartment and realize I can be content and do things again.
Sleep that comes even though I think it won't.
Getting my hair cut (that's a real thing, when you move, finding someone who does a great job and learning to find her house).
The sweet girl at the North Bend Post Office. Most people here are nice, but she was nice to me in a low moment, and she doesn't even realize how much her kindness helped me.
Learning to do things on my own - paying bills, talking to Delta, mailing packages, turning off lights behind me - all things Mike did for me all those years.
My new birthday teapot and tea from Emily, Ryan, and the babies.
An enthusiastic knee hug from the 16-month old Friday morning.
The 3-year-old jumping up and down and yelling MIMI when I picked her up at school. I know those days are numbered.
Scarecrows are just a LITTLE scary.
Sunshine and beautiful fall days. My street.
The ability to make my entryway a little cheery. Grandma's churn and pumpkin are mine, and the scarecrow came from my landing neighbors. I think the fire extinguisher adds a cozy touch.
This scarecrow is more than a LITTLE scary.
This wreath is now driving another set of neighbors crazy with its wonkiness.
I also realize that my camera is still bad and needs something, probably starting with keeping Kate from chewing on it and causing the lens cover to show in the corner.
Graysen and I met Emily in Issaquah at "Mama's Work" for a nice lunch Friday. It was just what we needed.
And finally, I'm thankful for someone to carry on PopPop's craziness.
Ah. This was refreshing. I needed to read this and to know that you're doing well despite our constant asking each other.
ReplyDeleteYes. I am. Better. And you are too. I'm sorry if I made it sound like "Mama's Work" is at MOD Pizza.
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