I woke up yesterday morning and our backyard looked beautiful. There was a strong breeze and the sun was shining just right on the orange, red, and yellow trees.
It’s no secret that we’ve talked about moving for the past few years. I’ve had no luck finding a job in Louisville that matches my current salary, and my night blindness (and road rage, who am I kidding) isn’t conducive to a commute. We’ve dreamed and planned and prayed and yet here we are. I can’t get my bathroom sink unclogged. We still haven’t found a replacement for our broken kitchen drawer. No friends or family live here. There have been many tears (on my part). But when I woke up this morning, I couldn’t help but think how much I’d miss our yard. I’d miss the tree-lined fence and the deer who occasionally make their way to our back door. I’ll miss the time I looked out the window and saw a fox trying to climb our fence. I’ll miss the cookouts and the fire pit and the time J threw me a birthday party on the patio. I’ll remember how nervous I was to move in with him and all the fun we’ve had since – the holidays, the UK games, football on Sundays, and how we share a glass of bourbon every Sunday night while we watch our shows. Cooking and listening to Pandora together. How we could never remember where we put our Christmas tree and how it took us three days to paint the living room. Even the bad times like the fights and the burned dinners and the stress of every day life. How we didn’t murder each other when our bedroom was 95 degrees. I am grateful for all of those things. I want to enjoy this moment.
I went to the store Friday night after a particularly stressful and worrisome month at work. As I put groceries away, I marveled at our full fridge and pantry (and beer fridge – because that’s important to me) and realized how blessed we are. We don’t have to worry about putting food on the table or paying our bills. And I asked God to never let me take it for granted.
We’ve had some shitty times this year, from living in a hotel for the better part of two weeks when the air went out, to BOTH of our cars breaking down at the same time (mine only being a year old), to job worry, to health, to things I don’t want to mention on this blog. There have been days I was certain I was drowning. And I know you can all identify. There are days we don’t think we can possibly make it through. But we do. And we get up the next day and try all over again.
We make the best of what life hands us. It’s been unseasonably hot for this cool weather-loving gal, but I’ve found ways to enjoy October anyway. We may not have kids or be able to make it to my hometown to see my niece trick-or-treat tonight, but we’re going to drink pumpkin beer and eat good food and watch Hocus Pocus while we hand out candy to the neighborhood kids. You must choose to celebrate and love and enjoy life.
It’s not always easy to be thankful. But as we start the month of gratitude, it’s important we practice gratefulness anyway. Life is tough but we’re tougher.
Do you remember to be grateful?