picking up where i left off

Last year, I chose gratitude. It was a lifeline in my storms. In other's storms. I spent some time this past week scrolling through old blogs, remembering the past few years of blogging on this forum and my old one. The thin line that pulled me through and beyond was the gift of grace & gratitude, inspired by the one. and. only. Anne Voskamp.

As I've started reading One Thousand Gifts, I'm reminded why I joined up with this in the first place. It's not a silly thing. It's not at all trite. It's changed my life.

My brother has joked that I edit my life, but he and I both know, beauty is worth finding.

So I'm picking up where I left off.

We wake to sun. Warm, smiling sun. That was this weekend. Every moment squashed full of giggles and errands, love and honesty.

... a night at the rodeo, with friends and mexican fajitas. {164}

... dinner with Texas family, who bake my favorite box cake, slather it up with chocolate frosting and laugh at me as I can't remember my age. {165}

... and a day of singing and being with friends (who really are family in my heart). {166}

... and a cookie picnic. {167.}  Dolls and puppies pulled out into the warmth. {168.} Out on feather-filled blankets. {169.} White skirts and polka dots. {170.} Girls and tumbling. {171.} Does it get any better than this?

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