The braids of my youngest sister, who held my sweetly braided daughter on a recent hay ride. They took my breath away.
Scrabble, Pandora, and my honey, by candlelight. He always wins, and I never mind.
This sweet local deer loves to visit our little neighborhood. Here she is on the church lawn next door, wearing her red ribbon proudly, though if she knew it was to protect her from hunters, perhaps she would not look so serene.
This one is two-fold. In my tiny (but cozy) (and dishwasher-less) kitchen, I place as many reminders as possible to be in the moment. The print on the wall, the scriptures ever before me, and to the right out of sight is another framed print of the fruits of the Spirit. Look a little closer and you'll also see...
...the counting of the gifts. Ann's prompts make me work hard at finding the gifts as I stand there, hands plunged deep in suds, back aching as I shift my weight from side to side, a boy-man to my right emptying the dish drain and talking my ear off about electrons or his puppy or how he wants me to cut the sleeves off of the too-small camouflage shirt so he can complete his soldier outfit.
On second thought, perhaps it isn't so hard...
(Find Ann's gratitude calendar here? And be prompted daily to count with us?)