Last week I meant to share one picture, of the flowers we brought my sister after giving birth to my new niece, but I somehow ended up posting only the flowers.
Nothing wrong with flowers, so that one becomes “the flower flower flower flower post”.
I am still thankful for the big things, for eight pound baby girls, but will sprinkle in a few smaller items, if I can as well.
I am thankful for new music.
I am thankful for Mya Lynne and for my violin.
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Haha. Get it?
I’m thankful that I went for it and submitted the travel memoir piece I wrote in Mexico, about my evening with the mariachis, to
CBC Literary Prizes.
I spent all of February, editing madly, and I would say I am proud of what I sent in. Now for the long wait.
I’m thankful to have made contact this week and am now in communication, by email, with the man I met in Mexico. He is doing amazing things with his life.
We both know a little something about living with a disability and I appreciate his perspective.
I’m thankful for the bond already forming between my nephew and niece.
Now, anytime I go to visit them, he always starts by saying, “Auntie Kerry, do you see my baby sister?”
Now that’s the question of one proud big brother.
I am thankful I got to read the words of a talented family member. He wrote a kickass spoken word piece about his wife and surprised her with it for her birthday last weekend.
It’s amazing to me that someone can love another person like that.
I wish I could have heard it in person, but I read the words and his writing was so sweet and so creatively epic.
Proud and thankful to be related to those two.
I would share it, but I’m not sure they’d want me to. Let’s just say, the word “citadel” is used at one point. It’s a song about a strong and one-of-a-kind woman. That’s spot on.
This new live Ed Sheeran song is another example of music, but with spoken word, poetry thrown in the mix.
I’m thankful for winter weather, while it’s still winter.
We went from above seasonal and warm temperatures at the beginning of the week and we’re ending it back firmly in winter, but spring is only officially a few weeks away now. The end and a new beginning, as many think of the arrival of spring, is on its way.
I enjoy a chilled night, without a harsh wind preferably, and feeling the gentle sprinkling of snowflakes coming down around me in the air. I’m going to miss that crunching noise when I walk outside in the packed snow underfoot.
I wish everyone could see that winter is supposed to be cold, to have snow, and to not show such love for the climate change that has an effect on nature and wildlife, and not in a good way. We should think about them a little more and less about our temporary discomforts. I know it’s hard. I don’t like freezing either, in the moment. But I do care about species such as butterflies and bees who pollinate. Those guys need spring to come in its own time. We shouldn’t try to rush it just because we are sick and tired of winter.
In the comments for TToT this week I say where I am from and what I love about living here. I love the four seasons we in Canada are lucky to experience. I grumble and groan my share, when I am shivering or sweating, but I want the planet to maintain itself, for my nieces and nephews, for a long long time to come.
The cousin and his wife I listed above, as a thankful, they work with nature and the environment. They’ve seen signs that aren’t good signs. They worry because they see it up close. They’ve taught me a lot.
I am thankful for people like them, doing all they can, to teach about the natural world we often neglect.
I’m thankful for the feeling of holding a baby.
She is such a contented baby too. As long as she’s not hungry, she’s happy to sleep a lot.
For me, I can feel disgusted with things happening in the world or whatever, but then I hold her and I feel the slight pressure of her in my arms and her breathing as she sleeps so still. It’s peaceful.
I then watch my nephew, all his energy, and how big he is. I am thankful for these children, at the separate ages that they are, and I know they grow so fast.
I am thankful for books and the freedom to read any book I want to.
Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss (read by Neil Gaiman)
I have shared stories read by Neil Gaiman here in the past. I enjoy his readings.
Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss.
Her Headache 
Mya Lynne is a beautiful name. I always find holding a baby, or hearing a sibling talk proudly of the baby, simply puts the world in perspective. I am thankful you have so many reasons to be thankful.
Perspective helps me cope. Thanks for reading and commenting.
What a beautiful post full of good things and sweetness and shared ideas! There is absolutely nothing that gives you the sense of rightness in the world than holding a newborn baby, so soft and warm, and so innocent! I love her name too, and will remember it because of your violin! 😉 I agree with you about Winter, it is supposed to be cold and snowy. I actually miss frosty breath, snowflakes falling on my face, and the crunch of frozen snow beneath my feet. Climate change is truly scary. I am so proud of you for finishing your piece on Mexico and submitting it! Persistence will eventually win out! I hope we’ll get to read it at some point. I love your message that everyone has a disability… yes, that’s true, and it’s something we all need to be educated about. Some disabilities might be more obvious than others, but some of the hidden ones can be even more scary. We need to view each other with compassion and understanding and learn to help each other out as a way of life! Thank you so much for sharing with us at TToT today, your post was uplifting! 🙂
Thanks Josie. I love that I have a new baby in the family for the cuddles. She is so sweet. I could fill my thankful for weeks and weeks with only her arrival in our lives.
So many people fear disability. I understand why that is, don’t get me wrong, but I hope I can help allay some of those fears, through my writing or speaking or just being. That’s why anyone living with a disability, no matter what it might be, can’t hide like in the past. Our world will be a better place if we don’t. Thanks.
Haha, Mya Lynne, my violin. Such poetry. Your niece and nephew are so cute and I love the way you describe the feeling of holding that sweet baby girl. You know I wouldn’t hate winter so much if it weren’t for the cold wind. I like the snow, don’t mind the cold, but that wind chill, just cuts me in half. Continue to enjoy the blessings in your life. Good work on the writing submission.
Yes, my brother came up with that poetry and he is hilarious. I learn a lot from him. He is so proud to have a little girl. It’s the sweetest thing.
Yes, wind chills are horrible. My fingers, not to mention my violin, were both frozen, so cold last night. I do love coming to my warm house by the end of a cold winter’s day.
Good luck with the travel memoir piece!
Was thinking in a similar vein this week, driving past a tree (a willow tree) and seeing a section of it light green, due, no doubt to the un-seasonably warm weather we had last week, stimulated far too early.
At least we’re in March, which should soon find the temperatures moderating naturally.
Thanks Clark. I will be crossing my fingers for the next six months. My brother says I need to stop thinking about it, to focus on other things, and I see his point. Not so easy though.
Kerry, I am feeling envious of you getting all that snuggle time with that sweet baby girl. Just makes the world melt away, doesn’t it?
And I am so very proud of you for submitting a piece of your writing. Wishing you the best with that.
Your love for your family rings sweet and clear through your words lately – what a blessing for you. Congratulations on submitting your writing!