Monday, February 7, 2011

First Birthday Thankfulness

329. Ice and snow.

330. Brad off work for two days because of bad weather.

331. Ice sparkling in the sun.

332. Fires in the fireplace.

334. 365 days with my girls.

335. The gift of patience at times when I felt like I had none. 

336. Grace from a patient God.  

337. Special birthday breakfast.

338. New Usborne Touchy-Feely books to read.

339. Praying joy and thanksgiving with each of the girls before bed.

340. Toasting to Hadley at 7:45.

341. Toasting to Brynne at 7:51.

342. Looking at pictures of our girls from the day of their birth.

343. Non-poinsonous fungus.

344. A cool, calm and reasonable husband.

345. Being able to laugh about the situation.

346. Puppet joy.

347. Watching my parents read to my children, the way they read to me.

348. Girls playing with new birthday gifts.

349. Encouragement from my mama.

350. Rich conversation with my dad by the fire. 

351. Homemade clam chowder.

352. Bottle of Silver Oak.

353. Conversations with Brad.

354. Abby's safety on the road.

355. One more weekend of family to look forward to.

356. Responses from True Beauty Conversations.

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Kathleen@so much to say said...

Ooh, congratulations on the birthday! I love your tower.

I love to look at ice. When I was a kid, I used to stare out the window at the trees in between my room and the security light, which was a green-blue-white thing, and turned the trees into glow-worms. One of my favorite things @ ice storms. Although sparkling in the sun is breathtaking, too.

Craig said...

I’m here from Ann’s. Sorry so late but it takes a long time to get through all of these gratitude lists – and comment like I mean it.

And my fave your list?

347. Watching my parents read to my children, the way they read to me. (oh my gosh – the passing of the torch – and how one day your babies will take a picture like this of you with the same thought in mind. And you’ll live forever in heaven to talk about it – (smile)

God Bless and Keep You and all of yours