Thankful

It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving and I’m baking bread and tossing a salad for our special meal tonight. Josh, James, and I all came down with bad colds this week right before Thursday and we decided to push back the big meal until I could stand up long enough to roast a chicken and make some gravy, and Josh and James could actually eat it without throwing up! Lol.

Yes, it has been one of those weeks in which my steadfast schedule flew out the window, but today working in the kitchen I feel ever more thankful for the life I have and the people I’m lucky enough to share it with.

I’m thankful for my good health and ability to get out of bed early in the morning and get to work with passion and energy.

I’m thankful for my beautiful child with so much energy and vitality, he fills up every room in the house and makes my days much more interesting and memorable.

I’m thankful for my awesome husband of 8 years (can it really be that long?) whose guidance, love, and friendship I can easily credit as making me the woman I am today.

I’m thankful for the skills in my hands, which have enabled me to make beautiful quilts, and capture feelings that words can’t really express.