This image from my window seat recently got me to thinking how beautiful the view is up above the clouds.
I took a small knitting project on this trip with me, just a sock pattern. When you create a new project in Ravelry, they let you name it something cute. I called these my Red Sox Socks, after the Boston baseball team. The pattern is not super complex, but is by Cookie A and is called Wanida from a book called Sock Innovation. Photos coming soon.
When I read posts by other bloggers about loss in their family life, I never have anything terribly comforting to say to them since these events of course very sad. It does make me feel less alone in this process and more like we are all just part of a greater plan.
My loss is of a person who has known me since I came into the world. A person who did not have the easiest life but who always saw his glass as half full. He loved to read the paper, have a morning cup of coffee, cheer for the Red Sox, and go on a drive in the car to nowhere in particular.
He taught me to count my blessings, even the small ones. At times I don't take the time to recognize simple blessings in my daily life, but the real truth is that we are all quite blessed.
He taught me to count my blessings, even the small ones. At times I don't take the time to recognize simple blessings in my daily life, but the real truth is that we are all quite blessed.
2 comments:
Very nicely put. I am always at a loss for words, too, never wanting to say the wrong thing, so I don't say any thing. Thanks for sharing that, and peace and comfort is my prayer for you.
Very true M. These past years have taught me the value in cherishing every single privilege I have in life and love - knowing you is one of them! Thinking of you...
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