Seeing as I am currently on vacation, and I knew it would be hard to both enjoy my time in the mountains AND take the time to blog every day, I asked Mary's sister (my sister-in-law), Leigh Ann Cordes, to guest-blog for me today. She graciously agreed. "Write about whatever you want to," I said (since this is probably the most unfocused blog EVER). What she wrote just blew me away! I know you'll enjoy it as much as I did...
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| Leigh Ann Cordes |
What do I write? What shall I write? Asked to be a guest blogger on my brother-in-law’s blog is an honor. And a curse. There’s no pressure to be witty and clever, poignant and vibrant, sentimental and cutting edge. Noooo.
After mooning over the endless possibilities (what being a stepmom has taught me, regaling you with poodle stories, the horrors of the world of paralegals) I decide to go back to what I always go back to.
Every time I begin to pray (most nights, but a lot of mornings, too) I start with asking God for stuff. Not all for myself, but asking him to do something for someone or bless someone with something. Inevitably, I stop about two or three requests in and remember. I haven’t said thank you. I am forever trying to instill gratitude into the kid. And even the mutt somedays. I need to remember to be grateful myself. So…here’s a list of things I am grateful for:
the sound my feet make when I swish them under the covers
licking the spoon
falling asleep holding hands
when your kid says something that is truly witty
giant recliners
in-laws who love you for who you really are
cotton candy
that sound the Styrofoam lid made when you opened it to get the rolls at your grandmother’s table
bunnies running across the lawn first thing in the morning
after you’ve been really, really sick and you actually feel good enough to eat
letters. in the mail. handwritten.
chocolate milk
that extra-hard squeeze my big sister gives that makes me squeak when she hugs me
grace
when my husband sighs instead of commenting
knowing your purpose
that feeling after you’ve cleaned your house and you plop down on the sofa
leftovers that are better the second time around
when my dog woofles in his sleep
drawings from the girls we sponsor
singing the wrong word loudly and committing to it anyways
gravy
being able to close the lid on a soda before it spills over
books
a man who takes out the trash without being asked
crying at my sisters’ weddings
miracle gro
that one picture I have of me and my dad truly laughing
when that chat box pops up at the bottom of my screen and it’s my bff asking if I am there
gigantor fluffy towels
learning new words (ballyhooing was today’s new word)
forgiveness.
What are you thankful for?
Awesome!!! and so true!
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