21 Beautiful Days of Gratitude Day 1: Saturday Mornings, Fall Market, and IKEA
Dear Sweet Souls,
When I woke up this morning, it was raining. I love the way raindrops pool on fresh fallen leaves. I took this amazing photo a few years ago, and it came to mind as I looked out my window to see the falling leaves. It just seemed to capture the sweetness of fall, changing seasons, and the beauty of life.
I’m grateful for the artistry of Mother Nature.
There was a time when I used to sleep in on Saturday mornings. These days, I am up a little later than usual, but I am up early nonetheless. Today, I got up before my son, and I made him a vegan granola breakfast. I carefully cut the banana to top his cereal. Then, I cut fresh strawberries and pineapple. We read our morning calendar message before I drove him to work. When I returned, I sat with my daughter and we talked…
I’m grateful for these MAGICAL MOMents of time.
When my husband awoke, we decided to go to the first weekend of the indoor Farmer’s Market. When we arrived, I saw Lydia, who makes my favorite brownies. She was stationed by the door. When she saw me, her face lit up, and she gave me a hug saying how great it was to see me.
I’m grateful to feel that my presence makes a difference.
Afterwards, we stopped by a shop to pick up my favorite peanut butter. My favorite flavor is “Joy to the World.” The man in the shop loved the college emblem on my jacket and when he brought it up, he talked and talked about how he lived near where I grew up. Then when I met my husband and daughter in the shop next door, another man working there saw both of our jackets. So, we were talking and he told us a story about his old boss who owned a little restaurant in our hometown. It brought back memories.
I’m grateful for sharing stories, having interactions, and making connections.
Finally, we decided to make our inaugural visit to the new IKEA store in our city. It was full and busy and crowded. Lots and lots of people and not much room to move. As my daughter and I stood waiting for my husband, a woman, Karen, who taught both me and my daughter in a yoga class some time ago, remembered us, and she came over to say hello. She invited us to come back. We didn’t stay long at the IKEA store, but we did find the vegetable meatballs that everyone is raving about. We can’t wait to give them a try.
I’m grateful for invitations to revisit something old or to try something new.
Every once in a while, as we walked, I could feel my husband’s hand slip into mine. Quietly, he let me know he was near. Everywhere we went today, he just allowed me to explore, sometimes leading and other times wandering behind. I suppose that is what I am most grateful for today.
I am grateful for the sweetness of life…tender recognizable moments of human touch.
with love and gratitude,