Crazy thunder and lightening distracted the better part of my efforts to sleep last night. And outside of sheer exhaustion, I couldn't be more thrilled about its indication of Spring. Even the flooding, cause you know what? Those Craunlets are stinking cute in their cheeky slick and rubbery rain boots.
And all of those big-as-lakes puddles?! Them too. They ring of a soon-coming splashing and growing Spring. A spring that we have long awaited. A spring that follows a winter that has deluged us with snow 3 out of 4 days since December 1st. It is coming.
This week, I am so presently thankful for:
361. health. and the immensity of time that we have spent resting and recovering over the last week-and-a-half. And good grief, that our bodies are designed to heal. So amazing. Each of us took a round with some sort of yuck in these past two weeks, and we are all on the other side now, and feeling much restored again.
362. Team Craun's birthday season, rounding out to a close. At long last. Though the celebrations have been merry and family-full, it will be nice to have a bit of a break.
363. fabulously yummy birthday cake, baked by myself during the afternoon of my birthday. The joy of getting older, and the casual celebrations partnered with age are somewhat refreshing. Chocolate chip cheesecake; simply extravagant and indulgent.
364. terrifically long dinner dates with Dave, enjoying awesome flavorful food and delicious wines, and ones with unending and non-interrupted conversation.
365. for a house that has more dreams than we might ever realize. For all of that potential. And all of that labor of love, and creativity. For the comfortable place to anchor our family.
366. The Civil Wars, and right now, most especially their song Poison and Wine. So poetic, on repeat. Again and again. Even the video is gorgeous, see?
367. Dave. and his always-ready never-stopping unending and never-giving-up supportive love and friendship. A treasure far beyond I could ever dream.
368. the Craunlets. For the joy they constantly fill this household with, for the friendship they share, and their adventures in play together. For their unique personalities and strengths. And for the sweet sound of their chatter.
369. fresh flowers, and the intoxicating fragrance they exude throughout the closed-up winter house.
370. the group of families we have been journeying alongside, that have become great friends through regular feasting and fellowship. We hosted the bi-monthly gathering last night, and it is such a joy to fill our lower level with a cacophony of play and conversation, and to serve up and share a myriad of pot-luck-style yummy eats. So many babes, becoming good friends. Watching the legacies of the parents' relationships unfold almost effortlessly and naturally in the lives of our little ones is such a beautiful pleasure.