Once in a while I like to shake myself out of my ordinary jump-right-to-the-next-thing mentality and pause for a moment to be thankful. The end of May is as good of a time as the end of November, maybe even better. I’ve been worrying a bunch lately and things seem overwhelming to me, then just like that they come together and everything works out. And I realize my worry did absolutely nothing. So here is my moment of silence to reflect on things I am grateful for lately.
Being here, now. Knowing I am happier when I don’t live in my head in certain future places and spaces.
Frozen raspberries.
My Boston Terrier Mumford’s snuggles.
Baths. Never have I been more thankful for warm baths. Epsom salt, lavender and eucalyptus essential oils.
Rocking in my chair in the nursery. Thinking of all the times I will be there with my daughter in my arms.
My husband’s passion, sensitivity, bravery and dedication. And so much more.
Health. Breathing sighs of relief after too many doctor visits.
Fields of bright orange Indian Paintbrush.
Coconut water.
Spring rainstorms, ending like this.
Seeing God in the amazing sales and great deals.
Church. (Finally) A safe place where I don’t feel anxious or pressured.
My purple yoga ball.
Happy texts from best friends.
Naps.
Baby dancing to folk music in my womb.
Spinach omelettes.
Stories of birth that make me weep and fortify my strength that I can do this and I don’t have to be afraid of pain.
Chatting with good friends, feeling safe to be myself.
Comfortable flip-flops.
Brushing my fingers over the soft and bright baby clothes filling Aurelia’s closet, knowing soon she will fill them.
Fresh Greek Salads. Gyro meat. Well, any greek food.
Packages in the mail with stuff for my baby girl. Generous people, caring.
After months of searching and dead ends, finding the perfect vehicle for our growing family.
Writing articles on a variety of topics I get to learn about. And getting paid to write them.
Yoga pants and maternity tank tops.
Laughing at “An Idiot Abroad.”
Sleep. Embracing and enjoying it.
Hikes past rocky crags with blooming cacti.
Strolling around the fountains in lovely downtown Fort Worth.
Feeling taken care of. Without the guilt attached.
Finding lost bits of creativity.
Flutters and kicks. Watching a pillow move on my stomach.
Counting down, without (too much) anxiety or impatience. She will come when she’s ready.
This wibbley-wobbly timeline that is life.
Walking crooked roads to get where I am going.
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