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One Thousand Gifts

I have noticed a trend lately on many blogs I read.  People are slowing down to catch the blessings.  It is quite amazing and beautiful.  And it has reminded me that the gifts really are all around us.

I have begun to try to take pictures of the blessings too.  To capture them.  To remember them better.

A inexpensive running skirt
Race through Colonial Williamsburg
Friends who brought us our Busch Gardens tickets
Family who got the tickets from our house
J being so good at mass by himself
Daily mass
An older couple who said "It'll get easier."
Friends
The beauty of the run
Not giving in, when mentally, I wanted to
Texts from my husband
Sleeping in
A sick day watching a movie with my boys
A clean laundry room
Organic goodness and an amazing farmers market filled with so many organic farm goods
beautiful weather
Laundry hanging on the line, blowing in the breeze
First run in Vibrams in months
Seeing so many geese families
Fun at the pool
Conversations with friends
Berries from a neighbor
Dirty hands and feet from planting
Plants to water
New projects
My boys helping me sand the table
A selfless act by my husband so I could run outside
A night out
Fun conversations
Seeing two deer while I ran
Hearing my 4 yr old singing "Jesus I love you" from the window
Water gun fights
My 4 yr old turning 5!


A good race
Beautiful weather for the race
A PR!
Talking to amazing women runners
A woodpecker that seems to have taken up residence in our backyard
A backyard full of boys playing


Slip n Slide!

Birthday party
A pirate ship cake



Seeing the amazingness of nature . . . watching an ant carry a dead moth 4 times its size
My 3 yr old helping me with the laundry
Conversations with that same 3 yr old when no one else is around
Boys who snuggle with me while reading stories
Reading the Bible at breakfast
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Comments

  1. wonderful thank-list! I wish you lived a little closer. You have a wonderful family!

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  2. Awe!! I love dirty little hands from planting! That cake is wonderful!!!!!!

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