Two Celebrations

Oxygen
Sometimes I wake up, not quite ready for the new day (not having had quite enough sleep).
But one recent morning, I awoke feeling particularly wonderful.
Wonderful and well!
One explanation is that a recent cold was going away, and that I was breathing clearly.
Ah, the simple joy of breathing!

Dress-up
John and I finally got to try out the Cross Country Ski Headquarters near Roscommon with our activities group from church a few weeks ago. A lovely trip!

On the drive up, John and I stopped at my parents' house. John was still in the back room chatting with my dad, and I was catching up with my mom. Then she asked me to go to a closet and bring out some old dresses that had belonged to grandmothers. One looked like a nightgown. One was made by a great-grandmother. One was surprisingly elegant. I tried them all on (and modeled them for the men). What fun! It had been such a long day and a long drive in the dark and snow. But then I laughed and played with my mom.

How easily I can let stress color... everything.

How thankful I was, and am, for my mom who brought out my playfulness.


"This is the day that the Lord has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Psalm 118:24 NIV

Celebrate each day and don't take tomorrow for granted.

I hadn't meant to wait almost a month before posting again.

A couple weeks ago, John's mom's 19 year-old Eagle Scout neighbor, Bryan Wolf died.
A primary word used to describe him was "thoughtful".
He had been very friendly and helpful with John's mom.

As we left the funeral, his dad asked "And how are YOU?"
What a kind thing to ask in the midst of his grief.
Thoughtful.

I said that I celebrate each day and do not take tomorrow for granted....
which seemed to make sense to him.

That is my prayer also.