May. What a month!
And it's only half-way over.
It has been a great month, an exhausting month-A month when I'm reminded of the many blessings we've received living here. I continue to strive, however clumsily, to be even remotely deserving of such bounty.
Today is the kind of day when I'm reminded not to sweat the small stuff and remember all the things that have gone right this month. Today I've had the opposite of the 'Midas Touch'. In fact, it wouldn't be that unreasonable to call it "The Touch of Death"....
I started a load of white laundry. When I lifted the lid after the cycle, I gasped. Everything was a deep shade of green and the box of Dark Green RID dye preciously sitting on the dryer was missing.
I started a loaf of wheat bread in my dough maker this afternoon. Half way through the process, I heard a crash...yep, it was my dough maker that somehow kamikazed it's way onto my tile floor.
I also stubbed my obscenely long finger toes on a table leg as I was trying to clean up the mess.
In the end, as the Day of Destruction wanes, there is much to be thankful for...so much to appreciate May for.
May has:
*Given us a new vehicle. Our Windstar, Ophelia, has been retired and upgraded to a Swagger Wagon named 'Isabella'. I feel so posh. (Words fail to describe the terror I feel when putting 'posh' and 'minivan' in the same statement.)
*Afforded us a Wii. After much wishing and hoping, both secretly and outwardly, He-Man surprised the family by making the winning bid at a fundraising auction. Here's hoping 'The Michael Jackson Experience' will soon follow. (Maybe a written statement expressing my willingness to dance one dance naked ought to do the trick.)
*He-Man and I celebrated our 12th Anniversary. Again, words fail but this time in describing the awesomeness of being married to a Master of the Universe.
*For the first time since beginning my novel about a year ago, I can actually envision myself becoming a published author. This explains my deplorable lack of blog posts. Whether it's self published or we find a publisher, I am proud of my work and I'm eager to share it. It's always been scary to verbalize this ambition but as I come closer and closer to finishing, the less scary it becomes.
*Then there's the kids...those sweet, beautiful girls we are so blessed to have in our lives. They continue to thrive and teach us every day. It amazes me how fast they are becoming young women with minds of their own. One thing they all seem to do better than I've ever been able to do in my 30+ years on this earth is to recognize a weakness and work to overcome it. Homeschooling has really provided each of us a microscope to view each family member under. It's a bit overwhelming at times but has made me see just how truly humble and teachable these children are.
I can only hope to be like them when I grow up.
And so May goes. Even though our pearly white unmentionables are no longer so white, our dough maker has a pension for unscheduled launches and my finger-toes keep getting me into trouble, life is good...oh, so very good.
And it's only half-way over.
It has been a great month, an exhausting month-A month when I'm reminded of the many blessings we've received living here. I continue to strive, however clumsily, to be even remotely deserving of such bounty.
Today is the kind of day when I'm reminded not to sweat the small stuff and remember all the things that have gone right this month. Today I've had the opposite of the 'Midas Touch'. In fact, it wouldn't be that unreasonable to call it "The Touch of Death"....
I started a load of white laundry. When I lifted the lid after the cycle, I gasped. Everything was a deep shade of green and the box of Dark Green RID dye preciously sitting on the dryer was missing.
I started a loaf of wheat bread in my dough maker this afternoon. Half way through the process, I heard a crash...yep, it was my dough maker that somehow kamikazed it's way onto my tile floor.
I also stubbed my obscenely long finger toes on a table leg as I was trying to clean up the mess.
In the end, as the Day of Destruction wanes, there is much to be thankful for...so much to appreciate May for.
May has:
*Given us a new vehicle. Our Windstar, Ophelia, has been retired and upgraded to a Swagger Wagon named 'Isabella'. I feel so posh. (Words fail to describe the terror I feel when putting 'posh' and 'minivan' in the same statement.)
*Afforded us a Wii. After much wishing and hoping, both secretly and outwardly, He-Man surprised the family by making the winning bid at a fundraising auction. Here's hoping 'The Michael Jackson Experience' will soon follow. (Maybe a written statement expressing my willingness to dance one dance naked ought to do the trick.)
*He-Man and I celebrated our 12th Anniversary. Again, words fail but this time in describing the awesomeness of being married to a Master of the Universe.
*For the first time since beginning my novel about a year ago, I can actually envision myself becoming a published author. This explains my deplorable lack of blog posts. Whether it's self published or we find a publisher, I am proud of my work and I'm eager to share it. It's always been scary to verbalize this ambition but as I come closer and closer to finishing, the less scary it becomes.
*Then there's the kids...those sweet, beautiful girls we are so blessed to have in our lives. They continue to thrive and teach us every day. It amazes me how fast they are becoming young women with minds of their own. One thing they all seem to do better than I've ever been able to do in my 30+ years on this earth is to recognize a weakness and work to overcome it. Homeschooling has really provided each of us a microscope to view each family member under. It's a bit overwhelming at times but has made me see just how truly humble and teachable these children are.
I can only hope to be like them when I grow up.
And so May goes. Even though our pearly white unmentionables are no longer so white, our dough maker has a pension for unscheduled launches and my finger-toes keep getting me into trouble, life is good...oh, so very good.
4 comments:
Oh, the homeschooling microscope. Unfortunately, this year, for us, has been rather like thinking we were going to be looking at cute and fuzzy caterpillars, only to realize that, up close and personal, they actually have fangs and are rather ugly- noone more so than the fat mama caterpillar. :P
I would so LOVE to read through your manuscript and give feedback, when you're ready for that. :) I don't write creatively myself, being more endowed in the technical field, but I certainly know good material and can help you hone the grammar. <3
You are such a great writer! I can't wait to read your book! Are the green clothes fixable??
This posting had me laughing out loud, to the point that my dogs were barking at me! You are such a gifted writer. I only wish I could write so well.
Thank you for your comment on my last post on my blog. Though out my journey I have often compare this to my joining the church so many years ago and the Atonement. Cookies of life will not win out any longer! ;-)
I love your posts. :) You make me realize again how fun the imperfect moments can be, and that happiness is possible despite it all. :)
It's funny how kids teach us so much. I can't imagine not being a mom. What would I miss out on?! And the women of the world think that moms miss out. :) It's a trade, and it's not an even one. We're the lucky ones! Happy day!!!
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