I take a drive down a favorite road here in my town…and I count the blessings. There have been days lately where that has taken great effort. Right now I go day by day…and sometimes I go half days. I have a favorite house I like to drive by..it’s a cute white house with a pink door and on the door it says hello. There’s a lady that takes walks each day on this road and she sings with her hands spread out…and she doesn’t even care whose watching…she enjoys her music.
This weekend we celebrated my daughters birthday. What made the event even more special is that we had a horrible, awful very bad week last week…and I was just done in.
This time last year there were no parties..just a car caravan of sweet friends…and tears. Tears because none of us knew what the year was going to hold and I’m glad we didn’t know.
Friday night the girls didn’t want to go anywhere. They laughed and screamed and ate and watched movies and built blanket forts and it was glorious to hear. The next day was supposed to be rainy and yucky but the weather held…and we enjoyed mini golf and go karting and I can’t even remember the last time we did it!
For the first time I saw no one with a mask. Everyone outside and laughing and smiling…and I can’t remember the last time that felt so amazing .
I’m so happy to see kids being able to graduate. People having parties again…life being able to resume.
When your day seems hopeless and it all seems over…..I continue with the practice of counting the blessings.
I count the pink doors, the restaurant that now serves sweet tea. The cute dog walking down the street. The yummy taste of Hawaiian shaved ice, chocolate cake, calzones and the fun sensation of pop rocks.
I am grateful for gift baskets from friends for my daughter. Playing keyboard today with the band and enjoying every minute of it. Hugging friends…being missed…being asked to clown….those are the things that help me cope and make it through the very dark days….
The normal and happy days I used to overlook. There were many…and I thought they were owed. It’s funny, when we have it…we don’t get it…until we lose it.
I’m gonna make sure that I embrace and hold onto the happy and normal days for all they are worth.
My Heart is singing…
The Reluctant Red Nose 