Today, I’m thankful for music. I love music… all kinds of music. I always have something stuck in my head, usually something I need to hear.
Right now, I’m beginning my obsessive listen of Sara Grove’s O Holy Night Tour. I got into it when we were in Ukraine 2 years ago and I still can’t get enough. I have to listen to it occasionally year round. This album is actually not for sale… I lost my copy last year and I contacted her manager, who sent me a new copy… free. You can find the songs online, but they’re not at all the same as this live album, recorded in a prison. Sorry, you are missing out.
One of my favorite songs, It’s True.
(apparently, there’s not an easy way to embed it, but you can download it there if you really want to listen. Much better than the iTunes or YouTube versions. This version was released as a free download in 2010.)
“In your heart you
know it’s true
though you hold no expectation
in the deepest part of you
there’s an open hesitation
but it’s true
kingdoms and crowns
a God who came down to find you
Angels on high
sing through the night alleluya.”
This morning, as I got dinner ready to put in the crockpot, I thought how fortunate I am to know how to cook and bake. Today’s meal was chicken noodle soup… it began yesterday with a whole chicken for dinner and then overnight was broth and then today I made it into chicken noodle soup. It may sound intimidating, but it’s really quite simple once you do it a couple of times.
My mom is the person to thank for my love of cooking… well, perhaps and my husband and his voracious appetite. Cooking from scratch was the norm in our house growing up. I watched my mom make roasts and soups. She baked breads and cookies and cakes. Some of the coolest cakes I’ve seen were the ones that my mom made– no, they weren’t professional with fondant, but one year she made my sister a swimming pool cake with teddy grahams in bikinis. So cute. And she’d make me whatever kind of cake I requested– Pocahontas and Tweety bird are 2 that I remember. I bake often and now I understand what dedication it was to frost and carefully, beautifully decorate those cakes.
In the first few years of living on my own, I remember calling her often to get her help with various tasks. Over the phone, she walked me through some kitchen debacles I don’t even remember now. Whenever I have a problem, she will either tell me the answer or google it.
Lest you think my mom is solely talented in the kitchen, I have learned much more than that from her. That woman has driven limousines and box trucks, tackled my childhood home’s bug-infested crawl space, built my sister a deck, sewed me dresses as a child and curtains as an adult and then taught me how to use a sewing machine myself. She dyed my hair and would curl and pin it for all of the school dances. I remember one year she braided my sister’s hair in one of those beautiful Dutch milkmaid braids while we were at the beach. The things she can do seem unlimited and I know my tired brain is now forgetting much more than I can recall. But, to sum it up, when I think of my desire to learn new things and do things for myself, I know where I get it.
So, today, I’m thankful for my mom. I’m thankful for all of the things that she taught me, but most of all what she taught me by example.
Today, I’m thankful for my husband. He has been gone for the past 2 weeks and we are so happy to have him home. He is such a great person, especially a great dad. Love you, Aaron.
(I’d write more, but I am way too tired right now!)
Today, I’m thankful for the sweet kiss that woke me up this morning. Gus sleeps in a crib in our room, but I bring him into bed with us whenever he isn’t feeling well or can’t sleep. This morning he was up a bit early, so I brought him into bed with me. We went back to sleep for a bit and then I woke up a couple of hours later a kiss from him. Which turned into an attack of kisses when I smiled at him. Some sweet and gentle and a little too wild, but it was a very sweet way to wake up.
Yes, I already was thankful for this kid, but I can’t limit my thankfulness to just one day. And, it really was the best part of my day.
Today, I’m thankful for my camera. It’s not an essential by any means– it’s a big luxury. But, I love using it. Dumping all of the photos off of my camera at the end of the day is something that I always look forward to. It can help me erase the yucky parts of my day and help fill them with the things I want to remember.
Someday, Gus will stop giving me this smiley stink-eye at mealtimes. And believe me, I want to remember it. It’s a warning for what’s to come.
Here are some photos from our ordinary day, but I had so much fun looking at them. None of them were anything like I wanted when I took them, but they were so funny all strung together.
Evil Toddler: The Day the Older Siblings Drank the Kool-Aid
“My work here is done.”
“Apple juice, ha! Can’t believe they bought that one.”
“Lena… 1, 2, 3…”
“Oh no… they’re moving… run!!!”
“What do you mean the place is surrounded? …it’s over, isn’t it?”
All in a day’s work for Secret Agent Lena.