“Forever on Thanksgiving Day, the heart will find the pathway home.” Wilber D. Nesbit, I hope you are always right. I always want to be full of family on Thanksgiving Day.
Thanksgiving Day to me means being full.
I have a saying that I (unfortunately) say throughout the year when I happen to over-indulge. “Thanksgiving-full”. This is the feeling of being too full of food. Stuffed. Like the turkey. (although we don’t actually stuff our turkeys)
Every Thanksgiving Day, I eat all the sides (I mean carbs), I eat all the desserts and just a little turkey and ham. I am full. Stretchy-pants-Thanksgiving-full.
Thanksgiving-full can also be a positive thing when you are full of all the other things Thanksgiving Day should offer.
When a first-time mother first learns, she is pregnant, she is filled with such joy. Love, joy, excitement. There are no words to describe.
Danielle Davis has been loved since March 18, 1988, the day I learned I was pregnant. That’s when I knew God made me to be a mother.
I had never wanted kids before I met Mark. I had never been a baby-lover. I never ohh’d and ahh’d over babies, especially kids. I had never been a baby-sitter. Didn’t care for them really. They just didn’t interest me at all.
Not until I met Mark, we feel in love, got married and then, I couldn’t wait to get pregnant.
Pain. It can bring you to your knees. It can take your breath away. You can overcome pain. Sometimes in life there is no other choice. Psoriatic Arthritis pain leaves you no choice.
I was just diagnosed with Psoriatic Arthritis.
I had pain before the diagnosis and I will have pain well after. Now, I must learn to deal with it and fight through it. I can’t give in to it. I can’t let it win and let it tell me when I can enjoy life.
And so it ends, on this All Hollow’s Eve, the write thirty-one day challenge, or as I deemed it-thirty-wonderful days of writing.
But was the write thirty-one day challengewonderful? Not the entire time. Yes, I got a lot of practice in writing my blog and had to stretch myself and dig deep. But did I dig too deep? Stretch myself too far?
Writing thirty-one blog posts in thirty-one days was hard and I actually failed the challenge.
Two years ago, tomorrow, Danni and I left on an adventure across the globe, all by ourselves, to go see Cameron. It is still one of my favorite trips and I think of the fun time the three of us experienced together often.
Cameron was attending Texas Tech University and was doing a study abroad. She left in early September, all by herself without knowing a soul, flew to London, where she joined other college students to study.
She attended Kingston University, southwest London, about a thirty minute train ride outside of London. The university was founded in 1899. She stayed in a dorm with three other dormmates–boys and girls. A few of them did not speak English. She luckily had a bedroom and bathroom all her own.
When we were in San Francisco, there was a lovely man who owned a little sidewalk flower shop in the neighborhood of North Beach. (right down the street from the gelato shop!) We stopped and bought flowers from him and I am so glad we did.
He was an Italian and had a lovely accent and was so happy when Mark told him to keep the change. He hugged Mark and gave Danni and I a long stem rose each. It was a nice moment that I won’t forget.
One should constantly be growing and learning and I believe I am. I have grown into a person who loves life. I love so many things around me. Waco is one of those things.
Sometimes I feel like I not only have found my words but also my eyes.
Or do I now see Waco for the beauty it is because I now write and I am always looking for stories?
I see beauty all around me in the simplest things. I write about all those things on my blog and also, occasionally I get to write about those Waco things for the paper I write for, The Hometown News and for The Groove Entertainment Magazine.
I am not much of a morning person. It’s not that I wake up grouchy-I just don’t like to wake up early. In fact, I loathe it. I hate an alarm. I hate getting right out of bed and into the shower. Those things make me not happy.
“Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you will miss them.” -William Arthur Ward
But when I do get up early, I get to enjoy sunrises like the one my husband took a picture of a few weeks ago. (this feature image) I could also have more time in the day to get more things accomplished.
“Mornings well spent brings days of content,” I once said talking about writing and subject matter for writing. I botched or more like put a different spin on that quote about Sundays, but I like it and its so true.
And as I know this, I still prefer a lazy morning. At least a lazy hour. It just takes me a little bit to get going. To get thinking. To get creating.
William Blake said it simply, “Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.”
Although I prefer sleeping in a bit, Martha, being a puppy, likes to get up around 7:30 a.m. Charli and I are working on her! We have her closer to eight ‘o clock every day.
My favorite mornings consist of anything after 8:00 a.m. And puppy kisses. And coffee. But first a Dt. Coke.
I recently started liking coffee and I am slowly going from super-flavored to not-much-flavor at all. But definitely still cream. I use unsweetened almond milk. No sugar.
When its hot out, and in Texas it is hot most of the year, I like my coffee iced. When it is cold out, I like a cute mug. It’s all about the feels for me.
The pups and I wake up, go outside and start our morning. I turn the TV on NBC and whatever hour of Today that is still on. After I turn all my pretty lamps on (its mood lighting), I feed Charli, Martha and Jemma and then we go back outside to water.
Then it is coffee in-hand and I head to the office to write.
Mornings are definitely a time to get things done. Richard Whately said, “Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.” So true, Richard, so true.
What is your morning routine? What gets you going in the morning?