If you know me, at all, even a little bit, you know that I am a sucker for a good sunrise or sunset. *Que singing.* Are you done? Ok. Tevye would be proud.
Almost every single morning, and a lot of evenings (let’s face it, my schedule is dictated by a toddler. I’m home ALL THE TIME!), I’m granted the privilege of watching the sun as we pass by it. Now, I’ve lived in a lot of places, but this is the only place that has a consistently colorful sky. I take pictures of it almost every day, mostly because I can’t get over the beauty.
Anyway, here is this morning’s sky.
Nice, right? There are always fleeting, and you have to catch them at just the right time, or you miss the peak of its splendor.
There really isn’t any point to this post other than to share the fact that I like to go outside in my pj’s at 6:45 every morning, when its 40 degrees, freeze my tuchus off for ten minutes, and stare at the sky. Rowan watches from the door, and when I come back in says, “Whew! Did it!”
Today is Thanksgiving, so I suppose I should do the obligatory, “I’m thankful for….” post. I’m not really going to though, and here’s why: I’m incredibly thankful EVERY SINGLE DAY. I am not an especially impressive person, but I do have the gift of thankfulness. Not a day goes by where I don’t stand back and think to myself, “It’s crazy how blessed I am.” I can’t think of a single second where I needed for anything. I don’t need a day to remind me how rich I am. I’m not saying that I’m not going to partake in the festivities. No, there is a pie with my name written all over it!
I will take the opportunity to express this though: I think it every day, but I don’t always say it-I love my friends. The ones that have stood by me through lots of crazy choices, bad decisions, and joyful times. You guys are wonderful, and I am grateful for your presence in my life.