|This week's word: Grateful|
I am grateful for our small old house bending and creaking to hold in our family.
I am grateful for game day rivalry. brother pitted against brother, civil war epic proportions.
I am also grateful that of that football rivalry, my husband's team was victorious...afterall, I have to live with the man.
I am grateful for the grace in which my mother-in-law and husband prepare food in the kitchen. Conferring softly over steaming lids of dishes smelling of warmth and home.
I am grateful for using my mother's plates to hold the meal, a true blending of family efforts.
I am grateful to have more bodies to share the day with than seats at my table. I am grateful that at 30 years old, my brother and I rejoined the kids table.
I am grateful for the blessing of the meal being given by my 5 year old that made my mama heart sing. Why do grownups even try to pray, when it is said so much better through the honest, simple prayer of a child.
I am grateful that after the dishes were put aside, the uncles carryied my laughing children back and forth to "jail" for the better part of an hour, while I just...sat. And smiled.
I am grateful that for a pause, the house felt empty after everyone left, for I knew then that it had been full, and it had been good.
But mostly, I am grateful to the life that has led us to the meal. The shared love, heartache, dreams that we have traveled together. For that I will give thanks.