I am reminded of Thursdays in college, in which every bar within driving/walking/biking distance would advertise “Thirsty Thursdays,” thus commencing the opportunity of an early weekend of partying for every collegiate in the greater Tacoma area. So although I’m still thirsty this Thursday, my thirst is instead quenched by the gallons of water I’m seeming to drink, paired with the occasional chocolate milk and morning coffee. I’m not complaining. I’m thankful-ing.
I’m thankful for afternoon snacks that rid my body of heartburn (which I’ve been told is a sure sign that the baby’s either a boy or extremely hairy – I’m hoping for the former).
I’m thankful for 24 hours in a place that’s second nature to me, even if the visit was for work purposes. The place: Santa Cruz, CA, the name in and of itself connotes coolness with visions of beaches and surfing and California-dreamyness alike. I lived there for four years, teaching high school English in the area, but also spent four summers (prior to that) working at a camp in town and being called “Kujo” by the little people and staffers alike.
And even more than the place, I’m thankful for the people. I’m thankful for running into friends who have known you for 10, 15 years – and you don’t have to explain yourself to them. You know them and they know you.
I’m thankful for this man right here:
He works so hard and loves so well. He’s going to be an amazing dad!
I’m thankful for family and friends and voicemails and text messages alike. I’m thankful for books to read and the show SMASH and Words With Friends (because I’m a wordy kind of gal). I’m thankful for the Jesus who loves me, and that I’m able to respond to his love. I’m thankful for homemade meals, like coconut chicken BBQ’d on the grill tonite. I’m thankful that the period of resting and nesting has begun, and that meditating and praying are part of my mama-to-be self-diagnosed assignment.
Thankfulness abounds. What are YOU thankful for?0