365 Days of Gratitude


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Dad: A Son’s First Hero

Our son attends a K-8 school, and although our kiddo is only in third grade, my husband volunteered to chaperone the middle school ski bus each Sunday in February. The bus organizer said it would be cool for him to bring our son along as long as his presence didn’t interfere with my husband’s chaperoning duties.

Yessterday was my son’s second voyage on the ski bus, and it turns out he loves snowboarding! Each time he’s gone up to Mt. Hood, he’s spent a couple hours in snowboarding lessons, then they meet for lunch, and then they spend the afternoon together on the bunny slope, with my husband coaching our son.

I drove up to meet them at the ski resort. I stood out in the snow for about an hour, watching my son slowly board down the bunnny slope, while my husband walked up and down the hill, assisting and coaching our son. About the 10th time I watched him get down on his knees and pull our son up, I thought… “man, that kid is LUCKY.”

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I am so, so grateful for the love and dedication that my husband shows to our son.


When In Doubt, Visit Your Library

Never have I been so happy as my volunteer Thursdays, when my son’s class visits the school library. I get to play librarian – I check in their books, shelve them (the books, not the kids!), and then help them check out the new books the wish to take home.

Recently, his class has been learning about coding and typing (he’s in 3rd grade). He was so excited when I dropped him off at school this morning because it’s Thursday and that means he gets to play the typing game during library time! Bless.

This week and last, in honor of Valentine’s Day, the librarian created “Blind Date With A Book.” She wrapped a whole bunch of books, and stamped them for elementary or middle school readers. The kids can pick 1 book at a time, and they check it out without knowing what it is. They have to promise to *try* to read it, no matter what. It thrills my nerdy heart to see the kids so excited to find out which book they picked. Love!!

Experiencing my son’s joy in the library is a balm for my tired soul.

There’s No Place Like Home For the Holidays

When I was a little girl, I lived in Eastern Pennsylvania, just outside of Philadelphia. When I heard this song, I felt like it was singing about me:

I met a man who lives in Tennessee
And he was headin’ for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are trav’lin’ down
To Dixie’s sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee,
The traffic is terrific!

You see, he mentions Pennsylvania twice! And although I haven’t lived in Pennsylvania for over 30 years, I still think I’m headin’ home for Pennsylvania when I visit my grandfather at Christmas.

This year, I got to visit two “homes” – not just Philly, but also our old Brooklyn neighborhood. We spent time with some of our closest friends and it has warmed my heart. Today, I am grateful to have this opportunity and I look forward to many similar visits in the future. ❤

Communing with our Community

This morning I am so very grateful for the new community we are building for ourselves. Our son’s new school had an amazing harvest festival over the weekend, where I managed the Pumpkin Guessing Table… then last night I got to tell a little girl that she guessed the weight of the pumpkin. Well, I sent a text to her dad. So I didn’t get to see the excitement in her eyes, but I’m pretty good at assuming the best and I do know who she was, because I was manning the table when she came to write out all of her guesses. She was a sweet child and I’m glad she won.

Anyway, during the festival, I got to go out side and enjoy a grilled sausage with friends and also some delicious fresh-squeezed apple cider. No really, they were squeezing it right there in the schoolyard! And also there was a dunk tank. At one point, I commented that it sounded like medieval times over there, the cheer was so loud when one of the teachers was dunked.

The next day, we attended a birthday party with kids from school (in fact, the parents were the same parents with whom I’d enjoyed that sausage the previous night). It was fun to connect with some other parents we haven’t seen since last year.

We also stopped at the library in our neighborhood for new books and to return some that were due. Then we stopped at a little music shop at the end of our street, which happens to have totally affordable recording studios for rent by the hour. And then we played Exploding Kittens together over our pizza dinner and then we hung up some Halloween decorations.

This weekend felt like a huge parental success. And…also a happiness success. I’ve been down. You may have noticed (or not) that I haven’t been around for a few weeks. The blues will do that to you. Well, I’m back. And I had a very happy weekend.

Thank heavens. 🎃❤️🍂🦉🍎🌽🕷

It Takes A Village

Today I am grateful for my village(s). Between the folks helping my son grow to be a fully fledged responsible adult, and the folks I get to work with for, in, and on my business, I am blessed with a very helpful village. It is my hope that I am as helpful to these folks as they are to me. In cases where I can not be, I pledge to pay it forward.

Grandparents Are Grand

Thanks to my parents who kept an eye on our lad for the past two weeks and dropped him off at summer camp this morning. He’s a lucky boy!!

Dinner and a Drink

This morning, I am grateful for the lovely dinner date I had with my husband last night.

Pokémon Go

Today I am grateful for Pokémon that appear at work – right on my list of Gratitude posts, actually! I’m excited to get started playing so my son and I can join together on the same team. Nerd power! 😀

Seeing the Forest AND the Trees

This morning, I am grateful for all of the outdoorsy summer camps available to my son; in particular, the one pictured here. I felt like I was dropping him off in the middle of a forest this morning – because I was.

And it was glorious.

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