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1:30 Days of Gratitude

 

Yesterday was the beginning of 30 Days of Gratitude.  I’ve been looking forward to it since last year’s project ended.  But I was in Cleveland yesterday and was coming home to a dirty house, an over-sugared kid, and one kid with homework.  Prior to reaching my door, I had to make a grocery trip.  And on my shopping list were ingredients for a mystery dinner (I hate planning dinners without a plan).  I forgot the check for Daycare.  I had unplanned and long phone calls for work.  It was a day full of unknown and unplanned To-Do’s.  The one thing making all of this scattered insanity better was a visit with my friend Amy.  The entire day, I knew I could photograph the scene and that would be my Gratitude photograph.  One thing could be easily checked-off my list.

When she got there, cheese was out.  Crackers were tossed on the plate.  The house was semi-clean.  Homework was done.  Mystery dinner was packed up and in the fridge.  Kids were still over-sugared, but the wine was uncorked.  I said, “I have to take a picture real quick for my new project.”  I snapped two photos (Husband photo-bombed the first one) and set the camera down.  I knew it wasn’t the best photo.  It doesn’t even really reflect my gratitude for her visit or friendship.  But I wasn’t about to set-up another one.  Because being grateful means being present.  And last night, I just wanted to be there.

It makes sense that this is my second time blogging my gratitude for her, because I could never say it too many times: I’m grateful for Amy.  I’m grateful that we don’t need much to catch-up.  Part of me is grateful that we exist in two different circles which collide in the best possible ways.  I’m grateful she watches “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills”.  I’m grateful for her ears when I ramble.  I’m grateful for her easy sense of humor.  I’m grateful for her laughs.  I’m grateful that she brought peanut butter filled pretzels.  I’m grateful for her optimism.  I’m grateful for her continued friendship.

 

Thank you, Amy.  You always know where to find me.

1:30 Days of Gratitude.

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