Specifically, the afternoon which follows a library visit, that magical time when 6 kids can be found sprawled upon couches and chairs or in beds with some intent face pointed directly into a book. Pure heaven. I am thankful for the palpable wonder of books.
I have been lucky enough to supervise groups of home schoolers during art classes at our local 4Cats studio. It is immensely pleasing and joyous to watch 20-24 kids with giant paint brushes filling canvases big and often taller than the artist. I feel blessed to witness every bit of creativity flowing through each of these unique creations. It helps that some of them were my people. I am thankful for hands and brushes and paint and the human desire, borderline reflex, to combine these things to birth newness within us.
Time spent being together doing things we both enjoy is a pleasure and a balm to the inner core of all that keeps us going forward through busy days. I am thankful for this love, these days, and this man with whom I built this life. Thankful …perhaps a little understated.
Friends who scour tropical islands for the one and only potter on the island from which to buy a mug…just for me. I am thankful to be richly blessed with wonderful people in my life. Thanks friend.