Thank you for all of the wonderful comments on Monday’s post about turning fifty. I am clearly in good company with many of us parenting young children.
A couple of you mentioned simply being grateful for every year, and I agree. As my 50th birthday approached, I found myself thinking of friends who didn’t get to live for 50 years, and how thankful I should be. Ten years ago (almost exactly) I wept with gratitude over being in remission from a blood disorder that had gotten severe. Death had seemed a very real possibility, and when I was finally well, I determined never to forget how thankful I was to be alive.
I wanted to live life differently and not waste a moment; in many ways, that has happened. But how easily I forget to be thankful for every day! I lose sight of God’s goodness in my life and focus on the struggle.
There is so much more we could talk about, and I would love to hear more from you.
At the moment, I’m heading out to our apple tree where Sunshine is going to bury her fish, Indigo. We had a sad night when she realized he was gone. This morning she gently placed him in a small jewelry box and is ready to say goodbye.
The little boys are grabbing their coats. All for now.
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Have a great day, friends.
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