My cup runneth over.
#352 This wee Panda...
#353.....a blissfully quiet sewing machine, resting after an Easter week of insanity
#354..... a family matching. Outfits that fit.
#355.....creek babbles, bird chatters, cows bawling and chicken clucks. All of nature DELIGHTS.
#356.....a husband who thanks me for the sewing...and who gushes just a bit. Just for me. :-)
#357..... walking barefoot again
#358.....first Smooch ticklings from within
#359.....a washing machine whose belt is broken, but is still dutifully chugging away despite its' handicap.
#360......a husband whose scratched cornea, stabbing sensations and swollen lid didn't deter him from driving six hours for work in the bright sunshine with an eye that could hardly stay open DESPITE his wife's pleas to stay home. For the safe arrival of that truly insufferable man who is loved so much.
#361.....sweet potatoes and asparagus spears on an Easter buffet
#362...... outdoor picnics, with 20 guests
#363......an almost-green yard. It's trying!
#364..... cute baby rumps
#365....an empty tomb
#366.....a folded face cloth
#367.....breezes blowing through the windows.
#368....a new calf named Dudley
#369....kissing chubby legs and dimpled elbows. It has been TOO long since I got to see them every day!
#370..... Winter "CAMPFIRES". Children fresh and ready for bed, snuggled down deep in blankets with kisses given. Lights out. Then Mama comes in, sits in the middle of the floor surrounded by babes and beds and reads chapters by flicker or flashlight.
#371.... The cries of "Oh NOooooooooo!! I don't LIKE this part!" or the "Oh good! I love this chapter!!" that ring out at the start of each chapter. Then Mama closes book. Shuts off light. Kisses again, tucks in again, and strokes each head of hair one last time, for good measure, and Mama and children part ways fully satiated with stories in heads and love in hearts.
#372.....a room with four beds and three children that is finally tidy and the two hours it took two very diligent children to get it that way. It's easy to be proud of them.
#373.....flowers and shrubs in bloom just for Easter. Utter gorgeousness.
#374...deviled eggs, devoured
#375.....smudged faces from a day of play
#376.....and the big one. Been contemplating a lot how defeated the Church must have felt that awful day so long ago, how utterly desperate and empty. How mockers laughed and boasted. And how, though it seemed a defeat to the church and a victory to the wicked, it was in FACT, the other way around. Death was conquered. Life was given Victory.
I think how defeated this world seems to be, how utterly wrong everything is going, and I think: It is not as it seems. We have ALREADY conquered. We already have the VICTORY. Let the mockers laugh and the scorners boast... we already have the prize. We are not conquered. There IS Hope! And this truth has rocked me to my core far more than any bullet on any gratitude list could ever convey. He is RISEN.
Gifts numbered 352 to 376 blessedly accounted for.
What are YOU thankful for????