Today, I’m thankful for power. I’m thankful that we have it every day and that my parents have it back, after almost a week of no power. I’m also thankful that they, along with the rest of my family and friends on the East Coast, had no significant damage from Sandy.
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30 Days of Thankful: Day 4
30 Days of Thankful: Day 3
30 Days of Thankful: Day 2
So, these posts about what I’m thankful for are not going to be in order of importance… I can’t come up with ONLY 30 people/things that I am thankful for/are important to me. So, instead, I am going to pick one thing that I am genuinely thankful for each day– even if it’s a bit silly or trivial.
Today’s is my washer and dryer. I’m thankful that we have one. That it works. That it’s somewhere convenient in our house. And, I’m thankful I can put dirty clothes/sheets/blankets/whatever in and they come out clean.
Why the extra love for a household appliance today? Someone, who shall remain anonymous, is learning the sport of diaper digging. But, seriously, having a machine to wash and dry my laundry at my convenience is definitely something to be thankful for.
30 Days of Thankful: Day 1
It seems appropriate that I start my 30 days of thankful with this guy, after the year we’ve had. We’ve had a rough last 2 weeks together, I won’t lie.
But, today, I went to the bathroom, leaving my 2 younger kids playing in our living room. When I got back, Gus was in the pack and play and the front door was closed. It had been opened, and the screen door closed and locked. Or so I thought. But, the screen door was not really closed and Gus went out the door. Where he could have wandered off or into the street. Or a million other places.
Fortunately, a friend was just leaving our house. She spotted him and brought him in and put him in his pack and play. I don’t know or even want to think about what would have happened if she hadn’t seen him!
So, today, I am extra thankful that Gus is here, in our house and safe. And for my friend who brought him in.
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The funny part of this story is that when I asked Lena what happened, she told me that a stranger, a man with black hair in a black shirt brought Gus into the house. I thought she had gotten him into the pack and play somehow herself, and was lying, since she knows she is not supposed to pick him up. When I realized that it was probably just my friend and text her to ask her, she apologized for not letting me know. But, most almost 5 year olds would have just told me what happened in the first place, but my girl had to make up a crazy story.


