red geraniums, still blooming despite the frosty nip in the air.
bringing in the Heat Dish from storage.
the dining room table, newly refinished and ready for meals and laughter around it.
John, Candy, Tara and Savannah visiting and all of us all loving, teasing and carving pumpkins together with Lee and Claudia.
warm striped socks.
Sam’s delight in his $2 “new” coat.
Josiah’s weak “thank you, Moms” as I fussed over him while he was sick.
the little pig-tailed girl in the intersection, who stopped and curtsied so elegantly in thanks (in her pink rubber boots!), when I slowed the car to let her and her Mom cross.
shopping online and knowing fresh flannel sheets are on their way.
bounty from the local library, stacked up in our windowsills.
Caleb, singing in the shower.
The memory of how I glared at him for a minute and he laughed hard and quickly kissed me, him knowing that when he does that I instantly forget what annoyed me. oh, yes! we should all love quickly and pile laughing, exuberant grace on top of eac others little, daily frustrations!
roasted pumpkin seeds!
intense little boys with BB guns, stalking unafraid deer in our yard…
the smell of burning leaves.
a tidy scrapbook room, and knowing it is ready, waiting for life to slow down so I can play.
baking more, so the oven warms up the kitchen.
the rabbits happiness when she binges on the last garden harvest.
the way Savannah calls me “buddha” instead of Brenda.
the Starbucks barista remembering that I like “room for cream” in my americano.
finding a stack of pictures from 1998.
the sturdy crockpot-what a lifesaver on busy weeks.
John, working a 12 hr shift at work so I don’t have to get up at 4:30 in the morning. Following Christs example, knowing that love isn’t love, unless it’s sacrificial.