For precious moments

I am grateful for the bravery of my eldest. Last night, she listened to her inner voice, and stood forth to announce to a crowd of people at a memorial for our dear friend, "I have something to say." She paused, breathed deeply and announced, "Roger... he was my friend."

I am grateful for the kisses and hugs my little ones share throughout the day.

I am grateful how my youngest already loves to look through books. She loves the look and the feel of them.

I am grateful for a day on the farm where lunch was enjoyed on the porch, a metal tub turned into rapids and a pond, where chicken eggs were gathered, and a horse and donkey were fed. Where a child who misses her friend who died, found comfort running barefoot through the grass and creating stories with George.

I am grateful for a discussion with a friend, about why we are no longer lambasting ourselves for not being good enough, because we realize that we are worth more.

I am grateful, for a moment today, where my eldest discovered her new books for schooling. She found the one titled Paul Bunyan, picked it up, and announced, "I'm going to find out if it's different than the movie." She's currently reading it on her own.