27 May 2011
Especially when I am tucked up in my warm bed.
I love it. I am grateful for the warm bed, the roof over my head which tells me I am safe.
Not so much fun is listening to the rain on the roof when you know you must go out in it.
Walking Bus duty, herding dripping children through gutter-rivers and puddle-lakes...
grateful for gumboots.
At least your feet are dry.
Rainy days come to the soul too.
Blue skies cloud over. The sun hides her face. The heavens open as rain pours down.
On dark rainy nights you need a little light.
A flickering candle pushing back the dark. Unseen and insignificant in a brightly lit room, but in darkness it makes all the difference.
The smallest light can give hope on a dark rainy night of the soul.
Right now where I am its a little dark. And rainy.
So I'm taking this opportunity to focus on the light.
Grateful for these bright spots...
This boy always makes my grateful list.
The way he runs in and jumps up on my bed just to make sure I'm still there.
"You need a moochy kiss mum?" he asks. "Whaddabout a huggie-huggie? I be gentle?!"
"Mum you my fabrit friend. You my best friend mum? I love you mum."
Grateful for the bright light shining in this boy. Loving him much.
Loving the rainbows in my cupboard. Simple things to take pleasure in like a nice hot cup of tea.
And a fresh-baked muffin. I might not have done much else but I did make muffins, and they were gooood.
Loving this girl. My little champion. Next week when the rain has stopped I will share with you her story.
In the meantime I love the way she makes me smile.
Like the other day when she called out to me from the loo...
"Mum! You've got a really nice bum!"
"Yeah, when I sit on the toilet after you the seat is all nice and warm..."
Still makes me laugh.
Grateful for my man.
He is holding up an umbrella for me right now, as I stand in this rainstorm.
He makes me feel safe, loved. Caring for me and our children in the most practical of ways; he made the best chicken nachos ever!
I am loving and so grateful for my husband.
After every night comes morning.
Behind the clouds the sun still shines.
I hold onto that hope, grateful that until the storm stops, at least I know I am safe and loved.
And that is no small thing.
Joining in with PaisleyJade and Maxabella Loves
What are you loving/grateful for this week??