Saturday, November 23, 2013
Posted by Kellie at 11:38 AM
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
...for sleepy, smiling, bovine on a fall afternoon.
... for little fish, that still swim.
... for a disobedient a dog who like to push the limits (she knows she isn't allowed to be in my office, so she purposefully sits with her paws in the door.
... for teenagers that makes me laugh.
... for watercoloring with young friends.
...for the little red tree that grows as we do.
... for the last colorful leaves holding out 'til its time for winter's sleep.
...for those delicate hands that paint and play. I love hearing her play Christmas songs while I cook in the evening.
...for Psalm 34 on a hard day.
...for limitless cups of warm beverage.
For all these I give thanks.
Posted by Kellie at 9:06 AM
Friday, November 15, 2013
-a note to myself
Sit down and allow today's vision to look back on the week. Today's gifts sit on grace upon grace. Yesterday's gifts were equally sweet, though my attitude, perhaps not as sunny.
Open my eyes that I may see.... not just today, but again tomorrow.
Posted by Kellie at 8:27 PM
Thursday, November 07, 2013
My office is currently a menagerie of old furniture and new. There is the recent purchase of a new chair from Ikea, and the old toddler table that never made it to the attic for storage. Soon I'll make my way back to Charlotte and purchase another white chair (there wasn't room in the van on the last trip) and find something to make the table look more middle-age woman than preschool student. But until then, this little perch in my creative space is where I go to rest. And when the sun is shining through the windows, as it was today, I just don't ever want to leave. Today I didn't have to.
Now that my babes are old enough to keep there illnesses to themselves, I haven't had enough exposure to childhood germs. I recently started working in the toddler room on Wednesday nights at church. Those little guys, with their sweet runny noses are becoming my buddies. My heart is having fun, and apparently, my immune system is getting stronger.
Yesterday I felt a little allergy-ish. More than I usually do... but in the middle of the night the sore throat and achiness hit with vengeance. This, the second head cold in as many months.
Early this morning I let my co-op compadres know that I was calling in sick. Then I warmed the kettle, brewed the tea, and set myself down for a day of rest.
I'm thankful that the other ladies at co-op were quick to help me with my classes and responsibilities so I could stay home to get well. I'm thankful that I am generally in great health, and that I could use this day of rest to think and ponder. I do love this busy time of life, with a robust family and a healthy schedule. But its hard to find those big chunks of time to think, and read, and write... and think some more.
Today, a sore throat created margin for a good rest in my sunny, cozy space. I am thankful.
Posted by Kellie at 7:51 PM
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Posted by Kellie at 5:01 PM
Sunday, November 03, 2013
If I look too far into the future, I get a little sad. There are only so many years left with all my chicks in the nest.
Today I am grateful for laughter. I give thanks for the memories we're making in the day to day life... memories nobody else holds, but them and me. They've grown. Those teenage years I worried about when I rocked babes in my arms, have come in a whirlwind. I wasn't prepared for the breakneck speed. People would say 'it goes so fast', I simply did not believe.
But it does go fast. So listen. And watch. And laugh when you can, because laughing, together, is the best part of all.
Today I am thankful for laughter.
Posted by Kellie at 7:28 AM
Saturday, November 02, 2013
We've shared eighteen autumns, him and I.
I love watching him chop wood under the golden hue of fall foliage. Quiet and strong in his favorite plaid shirt. By the end of this day that shirt will smells of pine and smoke and his cologne... I'll breathe the fragrance in deeply, twice, before throwing it in the washer.
I'm thankful for his faithfulness. His patience. His understanding. I'm thankful for his quiet understanding and steadiness. I'm thankful that he does the hard things without complaint, and empties the dishwasher too.
I'm thankful for eighteen autumns.
Posted by Kellie at 6:57 AM