It's ten o'clock and I should be sleeping. I wake at five, after all, and write along with my #5amwritersclub crew. Every muscle in my body is pulling me to bed, but if I don't get this down, somewhere, another day will pass, and another moment will fly where I don't say, out loud in blogosphere that I'm thankful, for today.
Nothing particularly huge happened today. Tomorrow will be another Friday, full of things mommies do. But these days, I've noticed the minutes rushing past. Like someone's hiked up the shutter speed in my dailies. It's temporary, I know. Schedules are fluid, and with four children, being still is not in the cards. Heck, that's not even what I want.
I just needed to stop. Right. Now. For a moment, to take in some small, magical, things.
I'm thankful for this sweet tea cup and saucer. I found her today. She was in the wee corner of the antique shop. She's making her debut tomorrow for a little party I'm having. Isn't she pretty?
Fenton milk glass candle holders. Also from the same antique store. As soon as I saw this pair, I snatched it up and brought it right to the counter. "This is mine," I declared.
The worker-ladies were like, "Uh, okay."
It's because I was the only one in the store. It felt good to lay claim to it anyway.
It was a moment of triumph. I'm thankful for that.
I'm making something.
No, really, I am.
I know, I know. It's been a while.
But these hands that have been typing--they've done other things too. Like quilt, and knit, and make stuff. My fingers are yearning, and I'm thankful that I feel comfortable enough to say, "Alrighty, let's jump back in."
I hope your Thursday has been well. I hope to not let too much time pass between blog posts. I'll have to let you know how my wreath turns out, but until then, here's to these small, quiet moments.