Monday Grateful: The key to the Mondays is always gratitude.
I got home last night from being gone for the weekend at my cousin’s wedding in California.
This morning has been a sweet mix of relishing both a great getaway and coming home.
Even though a certain 4 year old woke me up at 5am (that’s 3am in California) with wet pajamas, I have been grateful through my sleepy haze.
I’ve been making a list of all the gifts from the last several days.
So, so many.
Here’s a few.
uninterrupted time with my mom, sister and grandmother for a few days
new dress, sweater and shoes to wear to a wedding
meeting my cousin’s sweet baby, Lily
watching my cousin be completely taken with his daughter…silly, gushing, larger than life proud of his baby girl…LOVE!
my Grandmother’s antics
hot sourdough bread by the sea
seeing the hotel del Coronado
seeing the ocean
being hosted by my gracious aunt and uncle
sharing belly laughs, hot coffee, red wine and a hotel room with my sister
trying to pick the perfectly cheesy greeting card for my Grandmother to take to the wedding
our extended family spilling all over a hotel lobby sharing long, lazy breakfasts
singing around the piano
playing with instagram on my mom’s phone
my cousin Matthew’s unbridled joy on his wedding weekend
taking my Grandmother to Urban Outfitters and Anthropologie
finding lego minifigures for my kids at Urban Outfitters
Anthropologie window displays
my sister’s uncanny ability to locate an amazing local restaurant
the way wet green grass sparkles in the morning sun
homemade fresh corn tortillas
stretchy comfy skinny jeans
my Grandmother praying, in the car, on the plane, at the wedding…
hotel rooms with microwaves (for my corn bag)
my mother’s quiet grace
seltzer water with lime
blue snowflake mosaic hurricane lamps made by my aunt
having the Bible, a movie, music and several books at my fingertips
coming home to spring instead of snow
a mess of daffodils and hyacinths welcoming me to my house
listening to Cole and Mary Polly quote lines from seeing the local high school play
sitting with Mary Polly in her newly constructed twinkle lit fort, hearing all about her weekend
snuggling with Simon at 5am and not having to get up quite yet
open windows, fresh cut daffodils, laundry detergent and yummy candles expelling the smell of sweaty soccer laundry and wet bed from my house