"Thank You" Dido
I woke up very early Thanksgiving morning.
I was thankful. I was well rested. The house was quiet. Steve was still asleep. And I didn't want to wake him. I wanted to savor some time alone with my thoughts. I went into the kitchen, lit a candle, put a batch of corn muffins in the oven (my 2nd time using our muffin tin...ever!)
And I prayed. I shed tears as I counted my many blessings. I took in the peace of knowing that we had the whole day to be at home. To prepare for a day of good and great things.
Somewhere around 7, Steve joined me downstairs. He had a smile on his face. A slight smirk almost. His expressions did the talking before he even spoke. You see, it's a rare occasion - to find me in the kitchen with a few different projects going on at once. And NOT burning the house down. It's also extremely rare I hear my husband say, "All the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen woke me up."
The oven was now unoccupied...ready to host the bird for the day. I moved into the living room to tackle some cleaning while Steve prepped the turkey. I turned on my music, opened the shades, and let the sunny day in. I decided it was the perfect time to pull off the couch cushions and do some deep vacuuming and treasure hunting.
Muffin had to get in on the action.
Here it was, Thanksgiving morning, somewhere nearing maybe 8am. I was filled with such intense emotion. It was hard to put into words exactly what I was feeling. In the three hours I'd already been up, I played so many memories through my mind. Thought about Thanksgivings past...the past couple, especially. I thought about where I was in that very moment.
And as I dug a little deeper into the couch...
and into my heart,
I collected quite a handful of peace and clarity.
Forget the 89 cents, the green peanut M & M from last month's Halloween candy, or the packet of fire sauce that makes Taco Bell even more heavenly...
It was the fresh, almost brand new crayon that caught my attention.
It's name...Bittersweet.
Yep, that was it. Tears filled my eyes. There it was, the perfect word to describe the sweet aching in my heart.
The happy.
The sad.
You blend them together, and you get the goodness that is...
Bittersweet.
Thanksgiving 2011 exceeded our expectations. All the hours spent cooking, making huge messes, cleaning them up...
They're all rewarding hours.
Last Thursday proved to me, again, how important TIME is. To each and every one of us.
Time allows us to reflect. To evolve. To appreciate.
Time allows us another chance...whether it be to make another batch of muffins...
or to "make a baby."
Time IS a healer if you give it the time to be.
Time builds your confidence.
Time is such a bittersweet gift.
And I'm so very thankful I got to spend Thanksgiving (and the days surrounding it) with such true blessings.
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Tuesday's blessings.
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Wednesday's blessings.
Babysitting this beautiful little girl.
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Thanksgiving blessings.
A visit with our Nani.
Plenty of food to go around...
Let's not forget about the fluffies.
And my favorite of all blessings...
LOVE.
It represents the sweet reward of time.
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Friday's blessings.
Sleeping in. Not participating in the never ending lines and crowds at the malls. A day with the Mr.
An unbelievable sunset when and where you least expect it.
A sky that went from this...
To this...
A double dose of Jessica in one week.
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Saturday's blessings.
Spending all afternoon with this girl.
Being treated to happy feet, pumpkin coffee and a long lunch.
Being treated to...
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There's always much to be thankful for.
Give thanks each day.
I'm so grateful for the blessings in my life. The ones in this post. The ones throughout this blog. The dear and sweet people that have come into my life through this blog.
To all my blessings...
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
"And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life.
Oh, just to be with you, is having the best day of my life."
Thank You,
