Walking: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 16

Day 16: I am grateful for my walks.

As a child I walked across our suburban town many times, either to the park, the pool, or to and from school. Even in freezing cold weather, or while getting caught in the sudden change of winds in the spring, I gave little thought to my daily mode of transportation; I just walked–sort of unconsciously, to get to and from home.

Then I grew up and moved to a more rural area.

Then, in the summer of 1993, my oldest brother suffered a massive brainstem stroke.

He never walked again.

Trying to cope with the tragedy, speechless and heartbroken over my brother’s paralysis, I began to walk with hot tears in my eyes one day that summer.

I thought, if he can’t walk, I will walk for him.

My big brother, who taught me how to ride a bike.

Once I began that first walk, when I felt so aimless, so crushed…

It seemed I couldn’t stop.

I walked, and I walked.

I walked for hours.

I walked for miles.

I watched the sun going down.

My brother got a wheelchair. It was electric, and he moved it forward and back with the one finger he still had movement in.

I walked to cope.

My walks became my prayer.

My meditation.

When I taught, I often planned lectures, class discussions, assignments, and exams while walking.

I did a lot of thinking and I accomplished a lot.

All while walking.

I processed what was going on at work, in my marriage, with my friendships, in my heart and soul.

I did a lot of wondering.

Deciding.

Regarding.

Considering.

Planning.

Hoping.

I did a lot of writing in my head.

When I parented, I escaped to the woods when the kids became teenagers and too tough to handle.

When they were children, I took my kids on nature walks.

The woods became a friend to me.

I listened to the birds call, and I watched the buzzards circle.

I saw an eagle or two.

I caught great glimpses of deer.

Before long, there wasn’t any place I felt more comfortable than in the woods.

More free.

More myself.

I even felt safe. A sense of belonging.

One time, I walked all day long.

When I suffered a super duper humdinger of a concussion in 2007, I could not walk any more.

It was a paralysis of sorts.

I didn’t walk for too many years.

And when I walked, I stumbled.

And I fell.

Today, at last, I walk again.

Yet, I walk more slowly…quite a bit more slowly…

But I am back to walking again.

It feels frustrating to have lost the heart and lungs and muscles I grew so familiar with…

My heart and lungs and muscles…

Not these new compromised ones.

But I have no choice.

They’ve changed.

But the slow has allowed me to

Add picture taking to my walks.

This takes the sting away

Of the slow pace.

And so, today,

At least for today….

I have no choice

But to rejoice:

I rejoice in walking.

I love to walk.

I take everyone I know on a walk–anyone, that is, who will go.

My husband and I walk the dog.

I am teaching our granddaughter to enjoy being outside..

to love the walk.

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How do you feel about walking?

Do you love it?

Here is a song about walking by John Prine.

He is someone who knows.

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I am so grateful for my walks.

Walking will enrich your world.

Walking enriches my life.

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Take a ten minute walk today.

You will not regret it.

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Education: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 15

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Day 15: I am grateful for education, beyond grateful for my own education.

For me, few things in life measure up to the value of my education, which has meant the world to me.

The only thing bad about it is that I did not get even more education than I did. In college, I held a double major–one in Speech Pathology/Audiology and one in English. I started graduate school in Speech Pathology/Communication Disorders, but ultimately switched to English, focusing on creative writing, literature, rhetoric and composition. I enjoyed the combination of studies in both science and the arts.

So many things impede a person’s opportunity to learn, to study, to perform, and to succeed. It feels as though I have experienced every possible obstacle. Overcoming these various obstacles is another reason that my education feels so valuable to me.

I worked hard to complete my courses–sometimes with little or no support…sometimes with downright interference. I kept going and kept returning to school because I love learning. I love books, ideas, and even research. It’s not only that I have a curious mind, it’s that I have an active mind. What some people see as torture–writing papers, doing projects, taking exams (particularly written ones)–I see as engaging and even fun.

images-1I enjoy the activity of accessing information. This is especially challenging to me because I am far-sighted, and I have poor vision for reading. An optometrist once told me that, given my eyesight, I could not have chosen a harder profession.  I was a university instructor most of my career, and I taught English at that–a subject that depends heavily upon reading…and on grading student essays, which is an especially challenging kind of reading.

Due to one interruption or another, I never accomplished all I could have or wanted to. This makes me sad, but I have no choice but to accept it. The years have gone by so fast. I think about returning to complete the Ph.D. degree I started, but I am not about to pay for more education when I have already paid for my own college education and my children’s…and I am not enthusiastic about paying for more education after having worked for such low wages for nearly a quarter century because I taught as an adjunct professor in a low-paying department.

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Since I have been a life long student, I now know how to educate myself, and I will surely rely on these skills for the rest of my life. I may take a course here or there, but because my needs have changed I won’t be paying the large sums of money required by higher ed…nor can I imagine at my age fitting in as a student, though this would be the smallest obstacle to overcome, as far as I’m concerned. The material is the focus, as it should be. Also, when I was in my early 30s, I enrolled in a graduate course with another student in her mid 50s. She became a friend to all, and was an asset to have in the classroom because of her unique and experienced perspective.

Yesterday, I saw the photograph below on Facebook, and it reminded me of the many meaningful class discussions I had the opportunity to lead as an instructor. This is something I had the privilege of doing only because of the hard work I put in as a student. I learned many useful skills as a teacher, and this photograph brings back warm and happy memories of a place I cherish and one that is actually sacred to me, the classroom.

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Lately, I have been preparing to return to teaching, but no longer at the university level. Instead, I am designing courses I can teach independently and online to the general public. I am certified in online teaching and also accustomed to developing course content. All things considered, I am excited about the possibilities of working in this format. I’m not looking forward to the marketing part of the online courses, but I have confidence that once I get participants enrolled, they will enjoy the experience and feel enriched by it. It’s going to be a new adventure, incorporating a lot of my experience and knowledge along with my passion and interests. In a way, it already feels like a brand new major.

The best thing about education is that it is a lifelong endeavor.

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How do you feel about education? Have you ever taken any online courses? If you were going to take an online course, what content might you be interested in studying or accessing? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comment section, or email me at stumblerblog@gmail.com

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Freedom: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 14

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Day 14:  I am grateful for my freedom.

Today I am a grateful survivor–thanks in large part to my own efforts to survive.

I am grateful for my liberation.

Where once I was oppressed, I was finally set free!

I am grateful for my freedom.

When once I was imprisoned, I was at my own hands released.

I am thankful for my life.

Where more than once I nearly lost it, I was given another chance and then another.

My life has changed; I’m not the same that I once was–not as tough, not as resilient,  but in some important ways I am even stronger, even better. I miss my strong, healthy self, but I have made peace with all of the compromises and many of the wounds.

Sometimes, it’s not such a bad tradeoff.

How about you?

What are you grateful for today?

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Please note. In light of the tragedy in France, let’s have the following:

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Surprises: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 13

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Day 13: I am grateful for sweet, well-placed surprises.

 

Often times the smallest, least expected touch is the one that makes our day.

Whether it is an unexpected greeting in the form of a welcoming display, a compliment, or a little extra kindness, we find ourselves graced by the generous efforts of others.

The other day, I was alone for dinner but wanted something simple and had to pick up a few groceries. I stopped at the deli counter to order a few freshly-made pieces of fried chicken to have for my supper. The line grew long as the young man behind the counter greeted me with a sort of extra smile. His attention grabbed my attention, because he seemed to actually see me, not just roll through me in a rush to serve all the customers waiting. When he brought my fried chicken, he had two small bags, which surprised me because I only ordered one chicken breast and a thigh and a leg; how could that need two separate bags I wondered. When I got home, I realized the boy had packed a very large chicken breast in the first bag, and added the other two pieces to the the second deli bag. I felt gifted by his choosing what appeared to be the best piece of chicken available–and for me! I was so touched by his thoughtfulness that I wanted to call his manager to say what great service I received. After all, a cold scrawny dried-up piece of chicken is nothing compared to a fresh, hot, juicy, meaty piece. It was such a small effort on the clerk’s part, but for me it felt like someone had done something kind, and it touched my heart. Needless to say, I didn’t need the extra pieces of chicken, after all. One piece turned out to be plenty.

Yesterday, I had lunch with friends. One of them asked me if last minute I could attend an antiques open house with her that evening. The drive was a distance away, the weather was bad, I am not an antiques collector, and I didn’t really want to go because I was looking forward to getting some work done at home. Still, to spend extra time with my friend, I agreed to go. We had an enjoyable time together the entire evening, despite the weather (and the fact that I offered to drive because she hadn’t had much sleep the night before). On the way home as we were talking, something came up which led her to say something such as, “If more people read your writing, they would have a very high opinion of you.” I can’t quote her exactly I don’t think, because her words caught me by surprise. I expressed my bewilderment with some sort of  awkward “Huh?” And she went on to say with notable emphasis:

“You’re a very good writer, Deb!”

Those words, coming from my friend–a very well educated, well read, well traveled, experienced writing professional, this compliment was extra special to me. Plus, it was validation from a colleague I wasn’t accustomed to receiving. In fact, I get nervous knowing some colleagues read my blog, for example, because over the years they have been competitive and not always supportive, on occasion saying some rather hurtful things…”You’re kind of a good writer,” one of them said years ago, which still stings to this day.

I don’t know whether my friend’s compliment was sincere or not, but most take her to be a sincere person; so, I had to take to heart her words, and in that moment, they indeed made me feel blessed. After all, who doesn’t want the confirmation of friends and loved ones? Having someone who knows you appreciate your work is every bit as good as having a stranger acknowledge it, if not even more special. Unless, of course, you consider the other side of the coin: they’re saying they like your work just because they like you. In this case, I’m not sure which it was…but the compliment was so unexpected that I am going with the former, that my friend likes my writing AND she likes me (not because she likes me)…

All this has me thinking how I might bring a small blessing into someone else’s day. How I might surprise them. What have you done lately that touched another person? It really takes so little, doesn’t it? My son is visiting and I want to show him in some new way that he is important to me. I tell him that; I take him to get his tank filled with gas…he’s a tough one as many 20-something males are, but I’m hoping to think of some way to let him know that I am grateful to have him home. For sure I will at least thank him for walking the dog when it was cold and windy outside…

I am also so glad to share this space here with you. I know that if you are reading Stumbler, you are a person who cares about others. Just imagine if we all treated one another to small kindnesses. Every day could be graced with surprise and delight! I hope you surprise someone today, and that in turn, you yourself will be equally blessed.

Thanks for reading Stumbler.

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Travel: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 12

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Day 12:  I am grateful for the ordinary elegance which is travel.

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Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine…

                                 “Ode on Melancholy” ~ John Keats

We honeymooned in Italy, and ever since our leisurely break one day in Montalcino, we still giggle at the thought of American potato chips served with the most exquisite Italian red wine, our favorite and beloved Brunello.

Ah, Italia!

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The Sunset: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 11

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Day 11: I am grateful for the beauty of a setting sun.

 

 I am grateful for my eyes that behold all the beautiful sunsets I have seen and shared.

The other day, while traveling in different directions, my husband captured this photograph of the setting sun. When he saw it, he immediately wanted to share the sunset with me. He knew I would want to see it, and that I would appreciate it as much as he did.  He was right.

On this day,

I am grateful for the sunset,

which is coming earlier these days, and faster, too.

Let’s not waste another sunset, if we can help it.

Please share with someone what you are grateful for today.

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Postscript: My husband is a veteran of the US Navy. As today is Veteran’s Day, I am also ever grateful for him, and also grateful to him for his service to our military (although I would like all wars to end).

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TBI Awareness: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 10

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Day 10:  Today I am grateful for TBI Awareness.

In 2007 when I was hit in the head and face by a heavy, malfunctioning steel door traveling at great speed, very little information was known or shared about concussion, post-concussion syndrome and acquired traumatic brain injury. Thankfully, a good deal of progress has been made; yet, we still have a long way to go so that we can help patients, family members, employers, colleagues and even physicians control suffering, save lives, and improve treatment.

Even now, though I write to raise awareness, the audience beyond the afflicted is a small one. People naturally aren’t  interested in challenges they feel immune to…they do not imagine head trauma ever could or would happen to them, and who wants to think about unfortunate afflictions, anyway?

Today I am so grateful for awareness, for the surge of interest in concussion and even brain health. Even if no one else pays much attention, those of us who have survived are still trying to piece together what we experienced, what we continue to experience. The resources available to us help us forge forward in an otherwise isolated, sometimes dark and lonely sort of suffering.

Here is a video that tries to express what life after head trauma is like:

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Traumatic Brain Injury comes in all forms. In the grand scheme of things, my injury was not as severe as many, yet still it was enough to change my life forever, if not end it.

Attached here is the story of a man who was not hit by a fast-traveling door as I was, but rather by a fast-traveling car. The difference in the tonnage of the vehicle and its impact is visible–but of course it is not a contest. Suffering, debilitation, fear and panic have no measure. Patrick’s story shows along with my own both the journey and the determination survivors fight with to return to their pre-injury status. It is hard work, and occasionally discouraging, as I am feeling a bit frustrated with my current plateau.

While you may find it within your means to contribute to Patrick and Anj’s Go Fund Me campaign, I hope that you will also find a moment to send out some good thoughts for my continued healing as well. Your support on any level is greatly needed, felt and appreciated.

With love and gratitude,

Thank you for reading Stumbler.

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Vista: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 9

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Day 9: I am grateful for vistas.

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I first learned the word vista when I was 11 years old, in the sixth grade. We had some sort of reading program that had the word in its title, something about Beyond Vistas. For many years I remembered what the program was called, but now that I am doing something I never imagined–finally writing about it, it seems I have forgotten. What I do remember is that I found both the word and the concept enchanting.

I am pretty sure I learned the word vista before I ever saw one. Or, as it goes, noticed one. Vistas must be noticed, and in this way, they have a lot to do with awareness, with looking outward beyond the self.  How interesting that this reading program, designed to educate young pre-teens, encouraged us to look beyond our self-centered worlds–to look at foreign ideas and concepts, to imagine and conceptualize in ways that began to develop our critical and analytical awareness. That reading program had lasting effects on me, but none stronger than the idea of the vista.

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Today, whenever my husband and I travel together, one or the other of us points out “the vista.” Neither of us can recall the genesis of the discussion we had that initiated this practice so many years ago, but we continue to surprise each other to this day with new vistas, even when we’re both looking outward in different directions at the same time. Sometimes I am engaged in looking to my right when my husband points something out to his left, and for a second I will feel unfairly distracted…but he’s often seeing something I otherwise would have missed. My husband has the eye of an engineer, while my eye is more of that of a painter–we see the landscape differently, so it’s helpful and interesting to share the two perspectives. I have to say, though, as often as we have done this, he still sees angles, depth and numbers, while I still see color, shape and metaphor–at least until the other points something out. The same sort of thing happens when we work on decorating–my husband knows measurement and dimension, where I know texture and design.

The practice of appreciating vistas is something meditative, poetic, aesthetic, spiritual, and above all expansive. The world becomes larger when one allows oneself to enjoy a magnificent view.

Is regarding a vista something you do often, too? Can you think of a time you were awestruck by a beautiful landscape or seascape? Do you remember where you saw it, or how long it’s been since you last saw one?

The photo above overlooks the Rocky Mountains, taken in the Rocky Mountain National Park near Estes Park, Colorado. I hope you enjoy vistas as much as I do; or, if not, I hope you will start to enjoy them more. You don’t have to be anywhere exotic, really. Any beautiful view will do.

I am grateful for all of the beautiful vistas that can be seen all over the world.

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Sunday coffee: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 8

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Day 8: It’s this simple: I’m grateful for Sunday mornings.  

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Sundays are one of my favorite days of the week–the reading, the yard work, the outings, the shopping, the spiritual time, the family time, the connecting…cooking, watching tv–sometimes sports, always 60 Minutes–and lately, tweeting about TLC’s Sister Wives

… ah, the leisure!

Easy Like Sunday Morning ~

What do you like best about Sundays?

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Monopoly: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 7

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Day 7: I am grateful for that ONE TIME I won at Monopoly!

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I have always loved to play board games, but I have never played them very often. Except when I was about 9 years old, and I played 500 games in a row of Canasta with my best friend. While we were well matched, I could beat her nearly every time, certainly the majority of the games. She was just close enough in points that she kept trying, and I was just enough ahead in points that it wasn’t ever exactly a landslide.

Then, when I was about 12 years old, there was a word game called PROBE that I was very good at. No one beat me much at that game, either. There wasn’t a whole lot of strategy, you just had to be good at coming up with and guessing words.

As a really young kid, I liked to play Pick-up Sticks. I wouldn’t be any good at that game now, because I have had two shoulder surgeries, and I also have bad wrists mostly from all the falls I’ve taken.

When I got to college, it was Scrabble some, but mostly one Backgammon game after another. I was pretty unstoppable at Backgammon. I had strategies I’ve long since forgotten. It’s funny that despite the many many games I played, I doubt I could even remember how to play the game now. The years fill up, that is for sure.

Despite my early successes with Canasta, Probe, and Backgammon, this is not to say that I am good at all board games, because I’m not. My daughter, for example, is the Monopoly Queen in our house. She rarely ever loses a game, and has been that way since she was a kid. We all just came to accept the fact that if we were playing Monopoly, she would be winning.

However, FINALLY, just last spring, my husband and I played a game of Monopoly with my daughter and her boyfriend, both in their late 20s. The game went long into the night. My daughter’s boyfriend was killing us, but somehow got stuck in jail for a long time…and then something happened to my daughter’s typical fortune…and in a weak moment, she agreed to sell some properties. Before we knew it, I was in the lead! This was quite a first. Certainly, no one was more surprised than I was!

We were all laughing because I had so much property and SO much money that it took me all the way THROUGH my turn to organize and count it all. I couldn’t keep up, and I kept MISSING my turn! This didn’t stop me, though, as I still had all the good monopolies, and most of the money…did I mention utilities, too? It was crazy!

I can’t remember now what was so funny, but I remember we were all laughing so hard at my good fortune and all the funny things being said.

Games are the best when there are no sore losers and everyone can just enjoy being together. I’ve probably only won one game of Monopoly in my life(!), but it was one of the funnest nights ever, thanks to my husband, my daughter, and her boyfriend. They were all such good sports…maybe because it’s so unusual to see Mom win?

I think they were as happy for me as I always am for them when they win. It sure is fun to win once in a while. I’m glad I at least had one chance at it, anyway, that one memorable night!

Here are some fun facts about Monopoly.

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Bike Riding: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 6

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Day 6: I am grateful for my bike!

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I am grateful for my bike!

For all the bike rides I have enjoyed throughout my life.  For how bicycling helped restore my strength and balance. For all the fun, smooth roads, fresh air, freedom felt…for all the exercise, peace, joy and good times bike riding has brought me.

I love bicycling!

A bicycle is the vehicle for long thoughts…for novelists and poets!

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“The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.” — Christopher Morley

It’s been said that it’s impossible to ride a bike and be sad.

Bicycling brings out the kid in all of us.

When was the last time you enjoyed a bike ride?

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Wisdom: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 5

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Day 5:  I am grateful for the wisdom I have found in books.

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I’ll never forget the magic of discovering the work of American poet, novelist, and memoirist, May Sarton. Her books are among the few collections I own in full. Years ago (long before computers), I was struck by the nonfiction work Journal of a Solitude, and the power of the following passage, which I copied onto paper in my own handwriting:

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep….Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

These words have sustained me over many hardships. As I reach the age Sarton was when she wrote this wisdom, I am astounded by all the heartache one life can hold. I may briefly forget, but I know I must always remember to imitate the trees….Like the sweet gum that blooms in magnificent color, I too must shed the dead weight, shed both the burr-like fruit and the star-shaped leaves…then gather them together in the final letting go–a blanket of winter to come where I can hibernate in solitude, awaiting renewal and rebirth, where I may at once journal and reflect. For all of these things, I am grateful.

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In your gratitude journal, answer these questions:

  • When have you had to “imitate the trees”?
  • How do you seek renewal?
  • How do you seek sleep?
  • What do you feel gratitude for today, on this fifth day of November 2015?

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First Meeting: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 4

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Today, I am grateful for the day I first met my husband.

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Do you have a relationship you cherish?

Whether you love or are loved, married or single, I hope you know love.  I hope you give love.

Today is a good day to show your love and appreciation for someone who has been good to you…someone you cherish!

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Yard Work: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 3

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30 Days of Gratitude

Day 3: I am grateful for yard work–

I am grateful for my little patch of land.

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Children: 30 Days of Gratitude, Day 2

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Day 2

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There has never been any greater privilege for me than being the mother of my two children.

Even though they are grown now, they are my whole heart, forever.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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What are you most grateful for today?

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