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So everyone and their brother (and mother, sister and cousin) on Facebook are doing 30 Days of Thankfulness, posting one thing each day they are appreciative of. It isn't that I don't have a vast amount of things to be thankful for this year, but I just am not into annoying my Facebook with the random things I am thankful (because it should go without saying I am thankful for my family, friends, health, home, etc). So instead, I'm going to spam my own corner of the internet of some of my random thanks.
*For the days where I am the only one taking the ride up the elevator to the fourth floor before I start work. Even though it is only 30 seconds long, those few moments of solitude before I spend my day talking to Customers for ten hours is bliss.
*When 7% on my iPhone battery lasts much longer than it ever should. I really need to play that last round of Candy Crush.
*My ability to laugh when my daughter starts asking me why I have stripes (wrinkles) on my forehead. Additionally, I am thankful that I am still young enough that those miracle creams I see on TV have time to work their magic, or at least I hope so!
*The incredibly sweet man at Einsteins Bagels. When I worked at Dave and Buster's I had an Einsteins daily habit and even though I only go maybe five times a year now, the moment I walk in he starts my regular order so I don't have to stand in the long line fighting teenage girls figuring out which schmear has the least amount of calories.
*That Boyfriend lets me put my freezing cold toes between his legs to warm them up at night. There is no way I would let him do the same, so to me, that is true love.
*Gas-X now comes in minty dissolving strips. And that they work fast. Gas pain is no joke.
*When someone laughs because of me, and not at me. I like to think that I have gained some humor skills from Boyfriend and it is now one of my favorite things to make a group laugh.
*The fact that my little brother still lets me treat him like a kid and tell him what to do, even though he is a grown man. I know he is doing whatever I tell him because he doesn't mind, but he gives me the illusion I still have the big sister power.
*Friends who not only let me get TMI with them, they encourage it with their own stories. See my appreciation for Gas-X.
*While Dora still frequents our TV at times, Disney Princesses have become the staple and give me a solid 90 minutes of cuddles and movie time with the little one.
*Cheese. Specifically the good stuff-burrata with balsamic.
*A mom who will still help me come over and clean my house when I have no motivation to do so myself.
I hope that everyone has a love filled day tomorrow, I'll be spending my day eating and napping and I hope you get to do much of the same!
The phrase, "I love you" is said at least 20 times a day in my household. On the weekend, you might hear it nearly twice that. For a lot of people that is probably overkill (and annoying) but for my family, it means just as much as the first utterance in the morning as our closing words before sleep overcomes us.
Boyfriend says he grew up in a household where they didn't express their feelings often and while it is blatantly obvious to me when it comes to expressing difficult feelings, I'm quite surprised that he can so freely express his love for me and Baby. From the first time he told me he loved me (drunkenly, two weeks after we started dating!) he has always made sure to tell me he loves me in the morning, at night and any time we part.
From middle school on, my father was very ill and for over 10 years I knew that he was going to pass away "anytime now". Ten years knowing that a loved ones passing was sooner than later and that each time I parted ways with him could have been the last, well beyond other things that I pay my psychiatrist top dollar to help unwind, it has reinforced that I always want to communicate that I love my loved ones, and no matter what-those are the last words I say to them before we part-just in case.
Our, "I love you" habit has been passed onto Baby and for that, I am grateful. She will be playing alone in her playroom while I'm making dinner and come running just to tell me she loves me. One day when Boyfriend took her to work, she yelled across the room, while playing on his phone, "Daddy, I love you!" completely unprompted, she just wanted to express her love.
I recognize that verbally expressing the words doesn't change how you feel, or how my family thinks I feel about them. But it gives me great comfort that even though I can't pinpoint the last conversation I had with my father, there isn't one doubt in my mind that my last words were to him that I loved him and that he loved me too.
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