Despite the fact that I was roaming the halls between 5-6am dropping of copies of the day’s assignments for my students, I was encouraged by the simple knowledge that my day off allowed my husband to enjoy a beautiful (and bright – thank you daylight savings time!) walk to school, and gave my kids an extra hour of sleep this morning.
I was able to drop my daughter off at school and watch her walk in the doors, already in her final year at this elementary school. Wasn’t it just yesterday I was dropping her off for kindergarten? The sun was shining and the promise of everything I love about autumn hung in perfect possibility.
My son and I spent a couple hours at the orthodontist, where, after 18 months, my tin grin fell away revealing my straight, pearly whites!
It’s still strange to look in the mirror and see only teeth. White teeth. Big white teeth. Big teeth. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled, it’s just gonna take a while to get used to!
And the best part is that I’ll still be a regular at the orthodontist seeing as how my son will be getting his brackets on by the month’s end…photos forthcoming for sure!
Having wrapped up our appointment early, we were able to surprise Sis with lunch (McDonald’s of course) and then we ran around playing tag on the playground. We headed to the middle school to say hello to Daddy and were greeted with cheers and celebration by the lunching seventh graders.
A mid-afternoon at home allowed us to catch up on a few things and gave Calder an opportunity to relax a little bit before we headed out to the next appointment in Lansing.
To top off the evening, we walked downtown for the kids to get a haircut and enjoyed the warmth of this fabulous November night.
While there are so very many moments of my days spent worrying about what isn’t getting accomplished and beating myself up about missed opportunities, I realize that there is so very much for which I am grateful.
Today, we woke up rested from a night of sleeping safe and warm in our beds. We were still smiling from the fun of yesterday’s time with friends and the perfect snuggly end to our soggy trick-or-treating.
The sun shone brightly and made even the chill of the breeze enjoyable.
We laughed. Loud and long and often.
We visited with family who made an impromptu visit.
We created and crafted together. My hands on his as he crocheted, then knitted. His hands on mine as he needed a reminder.
We read and talked and ate and baked.
We fellowshipped with one another and with our friends from church.
Tonight when we were all piled into beds in the kids’ room, we listened as Seneca read the bedtime story. “I could listen to you read for hours,” Garth said. a few pages later, Calder pipes up, “I agree with Dad. I could listen to you read for hours too, Seneca.”
These moments seem few and far between, but when they come ’round, I savor them.
Just yesterday, I took a load of summer patio furniture to my parents’ house to store in their barn. Knowing I would be there, I planned to ask my dad for a little help with what we assumed was a blown fuse in my vehicle. The radio had stopped working recently and along with it, the clock.
With the load safely unloaded, I asked about the vehicle help, and Dad was happy to help. Between the three of us, we searched for the correct fuse, but couldn’t seem to find it. A quick Google search later and it seemed we had located the right one. Sure enough, a piece of it had broken off, and Dad just happened to have a bag in his trunk with new fuses like the ones I needed.
Today, I’m thankful for my parents’ continued help. Whether it’s keeping our kids for an afternoon or weekend, storing our stuff, or fixing a fuse, it’s easy to take them for granted. And too often, I’m focused on how exhausting parenting can be to realize the irony as I still turn to my parents.
Even more, the success we had with the radio fuse inspired me. Low and behold, within the hour I was able to stop at an auto parts store to get new bulbs for the from reading lights, which haven’t worked in the 6 years we’ve owned the vehicle!! It’s funny how something so simple can be so satisfying! Thanks, Mom and Dad for all the help and for giving me the motivation I needed to complete an easy project!!
As I look out the window and see the thin layer of frost blanketing the ground, I can hardly believe we were nearly sweating yesterday as we pulled the last of the annual flowers out of the gardens, blew out the leaves and mowed the lawn for what will likely be the last time.
Being together, hearing the kids laugh and squeal as they chased each other around trees I couldn’t help but think how quickly time flies. I remember standing in the yard after school one fall afternoon, as Garth convinced me that bringing the edge of the garden out would be a much better idea than leaving it square and plain where it was. Then, after we finished, we looked at just how much garden space we’d created and couldn’t really imagine what we would do to fill it.
A year later, with a toddler running around and my due date for baby #2 fast approaching, I worked hard to spread the truckload of mulch that was just delivered.
Yesterday, I looked at the the salvia we bought that first summer, along with the gigantic yellow mum that is in all honesty at least 4-feet wide. I glanced at where the red lilies are planted and the myrtle from Mom and Dad Cornwell. The honeysuckle vine from Mom and Dad Ewing, is still climbing the trellis in the corner.
It seems forever ago that we prepped, moved, added, pruned and gradually planted the flowers and shrubs that now adorn our gardens. And yet, it was out of habit, that I pulled and winterized these garden spaces. What was once so new, is now part of our routine. I’m thankful for the opportunities we’ve had to make beautiful things ~ plants and memories ~ grow in this space!