Boo! Oh, wait a minute, wrong holiday.

I am thankful for my Troy and Abed cup and the hubby that touches his to mine and sings, "Troy and Abed in the morning!" with me. He bought those for us last Christmas. I have warm fuzzy feelings every time I reach for it and I use it on my most happy days. 

Whenever The Babe shows me a new piece of art and she has automatically signed it, ‘AimeeO loves Mom’, it reminds me how blessed I am that she exists. 

Arms and smiles and hugs, and shouts of "Gogie!!" when my grandchildren see me down the hall at school, everyday. The shout is exactly as excited each time even though I am the same old Grandma.

Speaking of Grandmas, I think mine, gone well over 20 years now, has been paying me some visits. At least, she seems to keep showing up in my mirror.  I never thought looking at my aging face would bring back memories and gratitude but it does. Doesn’t stop me from moisturizing though, I can tell you that.

 I am especially thankful for my two older daughters. We have gone through a lot together. They are both amazing young women/wives/moms and it is humbling when I realize how much and how little I had to do with that. 

There is much more to be grateful for than there is to grieve over because even things I grieve over remind me of something to be glad about.  I suddenly feel so set up. Ha ha haha! Thanks Lord!

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 In Sandy soil I plant this seed, If even only I do heed.

In death is life; won’t be denied, grown by tears of sorrow cried.

The truth is harsh, the babes are dead, I’ll hold mine closer in their stead.

It’s all I have and know to do. I don’t admit those lives are through.

I will not waste this plot of land, it will not wither ‘neath my hand.

Come here my Love, look in my eyes,

Do you know how dear you are to me….?