I’m thankful for time with my mother yesterday–and time with all three kids, and for the delicious brunch they made. So lucky in this world.
And then unexpected good weather and a chance to lop at the roses. A trip downtown to the market (traffic getting there was hairy, but once we’d parked it was great and the sun was out and we bought pea vines and scallops and a few other things).
I’m thankful for the lilacs and their reminder. Here, just one week later, they’re looking pale, ragged, beginning to brown. Pay attention to the good things, enjoy them now.
Open the door. Open my heart.