This past week broke records in Ontario, with temperatures well above average for this time of year.
February 20th was Family Day here in Canada and three days later we found ourselves even more of one than we already were.
I was going along, having a hard time, with putting one foot in front of the other. Then I found myself, suddenly and pleasantly surprised by just how thankful I could feel again. Spring come early. But…wait…it’s still winter.
This song captures that energy Mya brings into the picture, a fresh and new perspective on so many people and things I was already thankful for. Blue skies as I look toward the horizon.
I was thankful for a violin lesson where my teacher seemed happy with some of the progress I’d made.
I know, for some, it’s hard to see this. I challenge them to pick up a violin and give it a try sometime, to see just what I’m up against. Yet, still I forge ahead with it because it is the most beautiful thing.
I’m thankful for pleasant surprises that come along to remind of what hope looks like.
My sister gave birth a week-and-a-half ahead of her due date. All was well enough, but I am still thankful things went smoothly, once they were helped along some.
I am thankful that my family have each other, that we live in a country like Canada with the healthcare available, and have access to safe medical facilities.
I am thankful for reminders that there is beauty and sweetness, whether that be the sound of a violin or the feeling of peace and calm holding a newborn baby brings.
I am thankful my nephew is a big brother to a beautiful baby girl. He is so proud and, at the same time, indifferent, depending on the moment he’s in, in his four-year-old world.
He can’t wait to be able to play with her, brother and sister, to jump in muddy puddles and go to the park with Grandma and Grandpa.
I am thankful both mother and daughter are doing well.
I am thankful that I get to share a middle name with my niece.
She brought good luck it seems, first with the warm weather on the day of her birth.
Not that I really think such weather is appropriate in February. So many celebrated getting to be out on patios and wearing t-shirts, but I wasn’t celebrating, if it hadn’t been for my other news.
I am thankful for that luck I speak of, as I sent a writing pitch out, quite unexpectedly on the day of my niece’s birth, and received what seems like an acceptance.
Nothing is for sure yet, but after my piece being published in Bustle last month, I am taking all of it as a sign of the kind of year I could end up having, though I had a few bad days recently where I feared none of that would ever again happen.
We have over a dozen family members born in the month of February and now we add one more to the list.
Mya arriving in this most excellent month, to be born as far as I am concerned (and her uncle Paul and her daddy too) in the best month of the year,
only the second in any calendar year,
I am taking this as proof positive that anything is possible. Really, anything can change from one year to the next, one month to another, and even from start to finish of a single day.
We started out 2017, February, and this week without her in our lives, for real, and within a day of the news she would come early, there she was.
Introducing: Mya Lynne
Here she is, a forever part of our family, and that’s really the only thankful I need.
And it’s a lesson, in life, that as a child is born, someone will die.
RIP Bill Paxton, director of this epic 80s music video, among his other notable film credits.
“They can’t play baseball. They don’t wear sweaters. They’re not good dancers. They don’t play drums.”
—Fish Heads, Barnes & Barnes