The smell of my turkey vegetable soup is permeating the house. So many leftovers dumped right into the pot. Even the green bean casserole got dumped. Whew. The fridge is looking less crowded.
Thanksgiving decorations have been placed on the shelf. Christmas is creeping into the house. Quietly. Ever so quietly.
Clean clothes are coming out the dryer.
Paperwork got filed.
Checking account is reconciled.
Daughter and Super Carrot are coming over tomorrow for a pajama party. The Carrot is having more infected ears and respiratory virus crud. She needs a spa day at Nanny's. Done. We will just veg out right here and let little one sleep off the bad gris gris.
There are so very many everyday things that I am thankful for. But to be perfectly honest I am getting tired of trying to think of them to write about. My aim was to create a heart of gratitude and it has been trying, to say the least. I have had some pretty mellow moments this month of just breathing in the air and appreciating that moment. Friday morning. Back porch. Cup of hot coffee. Leaves lifting high on chilly currents bringing weather for coats. House filled with family. Voices of children in the house. Laughing while playing games. Watching my children love their sibling's child. What a treasure. Giving thanks for all that. And more.
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