As I'm laying on my couch feeling lousy, I felt that I must write my thankful list for a pick me up.
#1 Great books. I was reminded today of a book that I loved... I don't even remember much about it, but this summer I saw it at a yard sale and bought it just because I remembered that 15 years ago, I had loved that book. I need to go and find that book and start it. Winters are for good books. I'm not a big fan of the cold, so tromping through the snow is not very appealing. I just don't generate much body heat. But snuggling up with a good book under a warm quilt... mmm. So perhaps I'll start "A lantern in her hand".
#2 My Oma's soup. Yesterday I was on my way to her house for lunch when the baby threw up all over and we had to turn around. But my Oma got in her car and drove at least 45 minutes here (more because she got lost on the way) to bring me some. Is that love or what? You have to try this soup to understand... it's legendary in our family. It just tastes like savory love and warmth with meatballs. She even left all the leftovers from lunch, which I will not share with anyone else. There are just some things you do not have to do when you are a mother... and sharing my Oma's soup is one of them.
#3 My pink bucket. It has seen lot's of use lately and has saved lots of mess. I'm just grateful for it.
#4 My sweet neighbors. God always seems to send help when I really need it. Today that help is my neighbor who is now picking up some much needed milk and medicine for me. When we were looking for our house, we knew what we wanted, but we also knew that what mattered just as much as the house was the neighbors... and that's not something that you figure out during a walk-through. When we drove around this neighborhood for the first time, I remember falling in love. It was a Saturday morning and people were outside, waving at passing cars, kids were playing, birds were singing. A musical waiting to happen. Neighbors like this... priceless.
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You are certainly right about Oma's soup--mmm, wish I had some right now. My dad makes it, but it is never quite as good. I need to have her teach me. Anyway, thinking of you--hoping you're hanging in there. It's worth it in the end right? I hope (I always falter in that faith come toddlerdom).
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