672. Thankful for Nonna for being brave enough to try a sleepover with both girls and Emmy's first.
673. Friends who made our date night so fun and out-of-the-ordinary, thankful for them in our lives even though they weren't on our date with us. Thank you for the last minute suggestion to take your beach cruisers out for a spin. We pedaled through the streets of Phoenix at dusk, taking in the breeze, sights, and smells around us - it was truly an awakening, exhilarating experience.
674. Small plates (see Dinner Menu), ambiance, wine, and a loving, reconnecting bear hug at The Rokerij.
675. A morning walk together with birds being the only thing awake yet in the neighborhood.
676. The fierce love of our daughter Emmy.
677. The beauty I see, both inside and out, of our daughter Lily as I watch her grow and change before my eyes this year.
678. Invitations to celebrate the births of special people in our lives.
679. The menu that Lily's friend's vegan parents had at their daughter's birthday party. Such a refreshing change to have vegan chili bursting with pure flavor, beans and veggies; a large garden salad topped with red tomatoes, red peppers, cucumbers, and homemade bread crumbs; a beautiful vegetable platter with a bowl of hummus dip, and a refreshing fruit salad of apples, kiwi, pineapple, melon, and pear.
680. Watching kids run around free, creative, imaginative, living in the moment.
681. Spontaneity.
682. Femininity.
683. Getting to see old, longtime friends - a forever bond - and their beautiful families, and looking forward to spending more time together hopefully soon.
684. Innocence.
685. The raw, pure emotion and honesty of a three year old, of our three year old.
686. Heading East on Lincoln Drive in Phoenix - one of the prettiest drives in town if you ask me - from the 51 to Scottsdale Rd., especially on a sunny, spring day.
687. Seeing three of my favorite mountains in one day today - North, Squaw Peak, and Camelback.
688. Watching a family soak up the provisions of their sprawling mesquite tree - a tree swing, kids and neighbor kids climbing its branches, mom laying on a blanket under its shade, dog playing nearby.
689. My tight jeans being loose today! Not sure how that happened right in the middle of girl scout cookie season, but I'll take it:)
690. Family meetings, and even better, seeing that the kids understand the reason for them.
691. Telepathic parenting. Not sure how it happened, but I truly think that this somehow came into play during our family meeting, as Andy and I only had a one-minute pow-wow prior to our family meeting, yet our delivery could not have been more perfect as we took turns driving our point home. Yay for us, and I am so excited that we are focusing on cooperation and respect for each other and our home.
692. A chuckle in the midst of a difficult day, found this posted on Lily's bedroom door this afternoon:
693. Andy finally got an iPhone. That is something to be grateful for, for two reasons: One - I don't have to hear the pity party any more because he doesn't have one, and two - he will be able to help me get in touch with technology, when I'm ready:) See, there are positives to having a phone stolen by your students!
694. Our washing machine and dryer. This may be a repeat, but I am ever so grateful that they have held up through the loads and loads of jeans, sheets, towels, kid dirt and more than I care to know about that pass through them on any given weekend.
695. So grateful for how a school robot project broke the tension of the day and got us all involved as a family again.
696. Our dining room table and chairs to sprawl out on. I praise this furniture nearly daily, more so than any other piece that we have, possibly with the exclusion of our bed that I am grateful to have. Today we went from mealtime to clothes dryer to robot project, and here are remnants of each:
697. Taking care of myself with time in a soothing bath before bed.
698. The prettiest candle holder I've ever had, and the light it casts from its pale blue glass. So grateful for this gift and that it reminds me of its giver every night that I light it.
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