I am one week post-op from my lumpectomy on my back. It's healing nicely. Last night I looked down to pick up a pencil and felt something rip. Stitches are intact, but the middle part of my incision tore a bit. That is now healing again. The itching has begun.
And still, I find things to smile about. I woke up late this morning to bright sunshine. Crickets in the distance. The hummers resting on their feeder. This all reminded me of all of the little things that make me happy. Sipping my coffee this morning, I listed them in my mind. Not to sound totally mushed, I even had "Happiness Is" going through my head. Remember that song from "You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown?" We sang it in Kindergarten.
Today is Friday. I think it will be a great idea to get listy and remind myself of the little things that make me smile, and the things that I am grateful for.
(in no particular order)
A good cup of coffee.
Late night talks with your children.
Learning a new skill.
Hummingbirds knowing that it is my yard that will always feed them cool nectar.
Seeing the leaves falling.
Spotting a doe and her fawn enjoying acorns at 3:00 AM.
Feeling good about graying hair.
Knowing that within hours, this awful heat and humidity will be over.
Playing with a color wheel.
Being completely silly with my husband.
Being able to truthfully say how much I love and respect my president and my First Lady.
Having a parakeet sit on your shoulder and chattering in your ear.
Saying something that doesn't come out quite right and having your husband repeat it, over and over, and laughing until I cry.
Watching my youngest son draw.
Watching my oldest son comb his long hair.
Finally finding and capturing that missing (and quite loud) little cricket that has been chirping every night for a week and letting it go.
Ocean-polished beach glass.
Watching my sons becoming independent young men.
Earl Grey tea with cream.
Drying your own herbs (No comments from the peanut gallery, please).
Finding your Supertramp Breakfast In America CD on your son's desk.
Hearing my little wind chime during the night. A very soft sound, like Fae playing in my garden.
My vacuum cleaner. There. I said it. I LOVE MY LITTLE VACUUM!
Carpet lines (See above).
Seeing my youngest son work hard with schoolwork.
Seeing my eldest happy about baseball, again.
Seeing my husband happy about baseball, again.
Sweater season... big sweaters.
Having sons that don't start Facebook statuses with "I got so drunk last night..."
Lampworked glass spacer beads.
Autumn is fast upon us. For many, many reasons, I could easily dislike this season. Still, I find it a part of what makes me who I am. While others may view it as foreboding and depressing, I find it cleansing. The air is crisp and clean. The leaves on the trees giving their last fiery show. I love the color changes in Autumn. Our tilt gives us a longer shadow, making colors somehow deeper. I look forward to this every year as I have all of my life.
Until next time,
Until next time,