There are a lot of compassionate and caring messages floating around, in the news, in blogs, between friends, as we witness this sorrowful event. I've read the news, the profiles of each victim, and I've spent the weekend trying to balance confusion, grief, and frustration with joy, hope, and love.
The children are home.
Alex passed his driving test!
Holly celebrated a happy birthday!
Tasha's leg is healed... enough to escape to the front yard, sneak into the garage and dance like a deer in the office.
Geoff and Maria shopped for Christmas gifts together.
Max is a masterful gift wrapper.
We had three kinds of Cornish Pasty for dinner.
William's laughter rings out through the house and makes me smile, every time.
The kitties are snuggly and loving.
Our furnace works... first time we even turn it on in four years!
And the oven... you'll be shocked, too! Our oven has heated up every time this week.
The house is a mess. A sweet, familiar, blessed mess, because we live here, and everyone one is home, and we've been making things, baking, cooking, playing, creating, solving problems, tinkering.
and I am thankful to hear Maria, writing a message to hang on her door, ask "How do you spell wrapping?"
I am thankful to Geoff, for filling my car with gas, and filling our pines with lights, filling my head with ideas and notions, and filling my heart with passion.
I am thankful for raisins, which taste delicious.
And also almonds, which are also delicious.
I am thankful for wool batting, bloomers, and Maria's bouncing announcement of "Good news! Good news! Eight more days! Til Christmas! Eight!"
Truer words have never been spoken... normal is a blessing.
Beautifully expressed as always, Natalie. Thank you for sharing and encouraging the rest of us. Yes, there is much to be thankful for, and always will be.
It does make you really think about each little moment, I totally agree. This event seems to have hit me harder that the others have, and I haven't stopped thinking about it at all. I'll join you in sending healing and peace out to everyone. EVERYONE everyone.
Wonderful post. I wish I had Cornish pasty for dinner, they are wonderful comfort food.
Your words are lovely and heartfelt. That said, I am moving on to superficialities. I am smitten with your kitten shoes.
Ah... the kitties, I am blessed with comfort shoes.
I wear them when I feel shy, when I need courage, or
encouragement, when I want to feel my own kind of glamorous.
I found them at endless.com, which I have been told was swallowed
up by some other web entity. Few can resist the call of the kitties... if they call you, too, try searching "Anarchic Kitty Cat Shoes." And good luck!
I understand why it would hit you harder... courage, friend.
Try Tuk Cat Shoes - available on amazon.
It has been a sad weekend - feeling for families lost.
Hugs to them and yours.
I think you distilled it; Normal feels Sacred. Yes it does. And I'm so thankful for normal. What a reminder that it's just a few things we really need in our lives to fulfill us...love, warmth, food. Hugs to you and us all..
Those little treats look delicious; jam prints? I was thinking of making some of these myself this week; I am heaving into the nesting phase...but instead of cleaning my house I just keep thinking of new desserts to make :)
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