02 June 2011
I'm a little ahead of schedule with my "Loving" post this week, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer.
A few miracles lately have made me so grateful.
And in the rush of good feeling that comes with relief, I am bubbling with enthusiasm about a few of my new favourite things and some blessings as well.
Firstly, I'm grateful for friends.
Friends who suggest other options, who ask questions, who don't take no for an answer.
Friends who push you to dig deeper and find a better solution, a better doctor.
Other friends who come around when you need company, who sip tea with you and fold your washing.
A kind friend who takes your call when you ring her up, blubbing over nothing in particular, just everything. Then turns up on your doorstep with your favourite flowers.
Nothing brightens a crappy day like flowers from a friend. Putting them in my pretty jug makes me feel very SouleMamma.
Especially love it when the flowers also come with...
... a Care Package. Sure, she says it was just stuff from her cupboard, but still!
Chamomile tea for calmness, coffee and hot cocoa, Whittakers mini-chocolate bars... mmmm, can't wait to dive into those! Hey!?! Where are my mini-chocolate bars??? Who took them??
WHO TOOK MY CHOCOLATE? YOU KIDDDDSSS!!!!!!!
Yeah. My bad. Shouldn't left my lovely care package out on the bench with kids in the house. *sigh*
Well, they say its the thought that counts. Thanks anyway Lyns ♥
Sometimes its not the new things that make you feel grateful.
Sometimes its the stuff you already have that a friend points out to you; blessings you see with new eyes.
Like my space, here, in my room.
A visiting friend just came in to use the internet and went, "Wow, what a gorgeous space!"
"Yeah it is when its tidy..." I replied; blinded to my blessing by piles of clothes and stacks of books.
"No, I mean, really. It's like, wow. Amazing. Gorgeous."
And she's right. I'm looking at my space with new eyes thanks to my friend.
It's a winters day but the sun is streaming in; I can blog here, paint here, curl on the couch and read a book here. This space is a blessing. And I am grateful.
I'm also grateful for Books.
In particular a box of classic children's books dropped off by my sister after a clear-out.
Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. Kidnapped and Heidi.
Grimms and Andersens Fairy Tales.
And that's just for starters.
It has become my habit in the last few weeks to read to my older two before bed.
Its a nice way to end even the toughest day (and there's been a few of those).
We rug up in PJs, snuggle under blankets.
I hear Miss Fab's reading; prod Dash into doing a bit too.
And then its my turn to read aloud.
We made a start on Voyage of the Dawn Treader (a bit above them) and Captain Underpants (a bit beneath me)... but when my sister deposited this box of literary treasures on my lounge floor, I just knew what it had to be: Tom Sawyer.
Of course, being published in 1875, this book is rather wordy and overly descriptive (I skip those bits). There are plenty of phrases and practises that need translating; "I'll lick you with my switch..." among others.
But its a great story. And the kids are eating it up. Begging for it every night.
It's been fun discovering that Tom is the double of my Dash!
I'm going to have to tell you all about it in a whole other post, which I will title: "My Son, Tom Sawyer."
What can I say? I Love Reading to My Kids!
I am Mrs Readalot after all. And what kind of Bookworm would I be, if I couldn't pass along my love of reading to my offspring? What a joy to impart to them the enjoyment that comes with turning pages and discovering adventure. Love it.
Loving these Great New Bloggers.
I just had to share with you some of my new bloggy finds.
I Love Misty from Raving at Midnight.
My list wouldn't be complete with my friend Misty's brand new blog.
I helped her set it up when she came over a few weeks ago so she is hot off the press.
Misty is an inspiration. Her amazing story inspired one of my earliest blog posts.
This week she is marking the third anniversary of the still-birth of her precious youngest child, Jethro.
Don't expect a sob-story. Expect to be moved and inspired.
In real life Misty is down-to-earth, real, irreverent and hilarious. So I am expecting her blog to be more of the same.
I hope you will go and visit Misty, follow her and help her mark this special anniversary.
I think you will find her worth the visit.
So when you go visit my lovely friends, make sure to tell them that SIMONEY sent you, OK?
Let them Feel the Lovin'.
That's what I'm loving already. I'm sure I'll be linking up with the usual suspects at the appropriate time (at which time I will add in the mandatory link-backs)...
...in the meantime: What are you Loving/Grateful for?