So, uh, it appears as though trying to write a blog each day in November has been a bit more difficult than I’d hoped it would be. Not because I don’t have things for which I am grateful, but because when I stumble across some free time I’d much rather do any and all things instead of sitting down at my computer. Things like go for a walk, read a book, catch up on
schoolwork episodes of How I Met Your Mother, New Girl and The Mindy Project.
So forgive me as I shove four (??!?!?!) days’ worth of gratitudes into one blog post.
It was a glorious weekend which started with a Friday that Dan and I accidentally got to spend together for a bit. Fridays are Dan’s day off and I work onsite, so he gets to spend the day with Dax while I get work done and roam the city freely. However, I got done with work around lunch time which gave Dan and me a few hours to spend together before I went out for a GIRLS NIGHT!
Yeah! That happened!
Then, on Saturday, we slept in (!!!) till 9:30 (!!! again) and then lounged around watching Martha Bakes and Martha’s Cooking School on PBS until we were so desperate for delicious food that we ran out and splurged on our favorite barbecue place in town. (Oh yes, we’ve only lived here since May but our duty as good, proper, southern people was to find good barbecue ASAP.)
Sunday was a long day for all of us, which is not unheard of for those of us who work in ministry, but even still, we all stayed relatively uncranky and got to bed at a decent hour. I even got to enjoy a glass of wine while Dan and I watched an episode of Star Trek for our seminary class! (Yeah don’t ask.)
So all in all, it was a great weekend, each day teeming with gratitudes.
And then there was today. Today a dear friend of mine and her two kids took Dax and I to the Botanical Gardens. This was our second time going together but the last time we went Dax was still a stroller-bound infant. This time we started out in the stroller, but we didn’t end there. Once I finally got up the nerve, I set him free. And there he went, the wobbly little toddler, doing all but dragging me all over the place. He even face-planted on the sidewalk once, only to barely whimper for a few seconds before taking off again.
And my chest heaved with the heartache of a proud mother watching her tiny baby step in the background of history to make way for a child. It was so very bittersweet.
At the moment he is, quite literally, walking all over the house pointing at things and babbling about them, some incomprehensible language only he understands and I wish to, and I can’t help but smile.
And I am grateful.