I really enjoyed the challenge of posting a photo each day last month. It motivated me to carry my camera with me everywhere – which is a habit I hope to keep – and it encouraged me to look for beauty. There is so much beauty in the world around us, even on our worst day. Sometimes the act of seeking it was all I needed to turn a bad day around.
You can view last month’s set of photos here at my Flickr account. And here are a few favorites that didn’t make the set.
This month, we’re counting down to Christmas, as we do, and I’ve decided to document our activities with a daily photo that I’ll be posting in this set at my Flickr account, if you’d like to follow us there.
I’m going to try and keep the daily photo thing going. We’ll see if it works out.
Are you doing a Christmas countdown? I’d love to hear about it.
I’m sick. Again. But thank goodness. If I hadn’t been getting sick, I wouldn’t have seen and captured this today.
And Julia wouldn’t have created, what she believes, is the funniest code word for getting sick ever.
“Oh, she’s enjoying the sunrise.”
Julia made the buckeyes by herself for the first time this year.
(I think she might have sampled a few along the way.)
Lucy was the official “turkey paster.”
Bee was a whirling dervish who insisted on wearing a fancy dress because she felt special, but refused to brush her hair or wash the chocolate off her face.
And Jack soaked up some quality time with his dad.
The kids were excited to use the “fancy” glasses at our meal, which was delicious.
After, we waddled to the living room and settled in to watch one of my all-time favorite movies – Planes, Trains and Automobiles. When it was finished, Julia said, “Hey, wait. No one move. We’re all here.”
Julia was in her dad’s lap. Lucy was in my mom’s. Bee was in my dad’s. And Jack was in mine.
“No one move. Let’s watch something else together.”
And so we did.
I have a lot to be grateful for today, but there is nothing greater than this.
On Tuesday, I made our neighbors some pumpkin buckeyes for Thanksgiving.
My plan was to deliver them Wednesday evening, but you know.
Would you deliver them late or not at all?
I’m sick. So are my parents. Dave’s not, but he’s away at work, anyhow. We’re going to do Thanksgiving on Friday. Or when we can eat again. Until then, I’ll be here.
My dad – the healthiest of the sick ones – and the kids have been really great about letting me get some rest. They keep telling me they just really don’t want to watch me throw up in the crayon bucket again, but I know it’s because they love me. I’m thankful for that.