456. Thankful for no broken bones after the girls decided it would be really fun to launch themselves off the couch onto their bean bag chairs several feet away. It wasn't until the bags hit the wood and slid that things got crazy and then ended with a piercing cry, tears, and a foot that wouldn't move. That timeless expression that you can't really appreciate until your a parent came to mind, "It's always fun until someone gets hurt." But my all time favorite, which is more like parenting advice that came from my mom, which came from her dad, is this: Close calls don't count.
457. So grateful to have made it through the weekend, everyone in tact and still caring about each other. Emotions and decibels ran high until bedtime last night.
458. Being brave enough to talk about the things that are painful and difficult with Andy, and realizing that out of pain can come the most monumental growth.
459. Trust in love and each other.
460. Reconnecting, rekindling our hearts, minds and bodies.
461. Time to myself to think.
462. Reading about a friend being inspired to help a stranger. Although she put herself in danger by offering a man who had just missed his bus a ride to where he needed to get to, the outcome was so touching and inspiring, and I believe that a few pieces were critical here - trusting her intuition to keep her safe and to know she was making the right choices, and a desire to pay it forward. Thank you for sharing with me today your beautiful story.
463. The lengthening days and a change of schedule today that enabled me to witness a gorgeous winter sunset on my way home from work.
464. A house full of commotion and chaos when I got home from work that has made me appreciate even more the bliss of silence right now.
465. Thankful that other people's kids do embarrassing things so I know we're not alone. The neighbor's son thought it might be a good idea to pee on our patio tonight - moments after a warning from his mom due to another time he was over and peed in the grass.
466. Heat to take the chill out of the air.
467. Writing.
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