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.
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.