pretty flowers

My grandfather told me yesterday that he doesn’t think people stop to be thankful for what they have often enough. He and my grandmother sat on their patio and listed off the many reasons they are in love today, and how they wouldn’t accept $1 million for their kitchen table — a table they sat around when courting many years ago, learning the basics about each other. He went on about how thankful he was for his children, his grandchildren and his love for my grandmother.
I’d never heard them speak so frankly about each other. At one point, my grandma admitted it was my grandpa’s “cute ass” that got her attention. He just smiled and said, “What? I loved my 501s back then.” It was a beautiful afternoon.

A few things I’m thankful for this happy Sunday morning:

~ Cooling weather. Fall is my favorite season. I love all things pumpkin, including pumpkin bagels and lattes. Thanksgiving will be here before we know it.

~ My girlfriends. I know I say this often and loudly, but I am a girl without biological sisters. So, I’ve got my Ya Ya sisters — a cluster that’s surrounded me since high school (some since elementary, actually), who understand my faults and love me anyway. They are so important to me and I simply love them.

~ A job I look forward to going to each day.

~ A desire to be creative in the kitchen, at the sewing table and in the garden.

~ Great books. I’ve just finished reading, “Winterdance,” a gift from Finny. This is the memoir of a man training and running his first Iditarod. I was freezing when reading it, especially when the author writes, “It wasn’t cold, just 20 below.” Oy. Funny, sweet read. I highly recommend it. Four out of five bananas, absoloodle. I’m now inhaling, “Moloka’i” and loving it too.

~ My faith.

~ And certainly, my family.

Happy Sunday to you!
~AK