- Cheap reading glasses. I don't require a prescription yet to read, so I can have the luxury, and fun, of picking up several pairs in oodles of colors - a real rainbow of spectacles - so I can grab a pair that will compliment whatever I happen to be wearing that day. I used to have to wear glasses for distance - since fifth grade - but something happened as I aged and now my vision has corrected itself and I don't need them anymore. Go figure. My eye doctor said that it happens every now and then. I'm happy that it happened to me.
- My eyes. Without them I wouldn't be able to see my grandchildren or my children or the colors of fall. I wouldn't be able to crochet or knit as well as I do and I wouldn't have the freedom to drive my car whenever and wherever my little heart desired. I could probably list thousands of things that I couldn't do without my eyes but you get the picture☺don't you? Being able to see is such a blessing, such a gift.
- My hands. They can rake leaves and make gifts for people I love. They can cook and bake and change diapers. My hands can feel the soft fur of my dogs and cats and the silken strands that cover the heads of babies. My hands are beginning to looks like my mother's now (she passed in '83). If I was younger that would bother me. Now that I am older I find it comforting and pleasant. My mother had loving and creative hands.
- My ears. Today when I was visiting blogs I came upon one that had music - Amazing Grace - my all time favorite hymn. I was able to just sit back, close my eyes and listen to words that I cherish and a melody that is unmistakable. I can hear the laughter of my grandchildren and the laughter of my daughter-in-law, Cindy. If you could hear her laugh you would know why I love it so much. When Cindy laughs you can't help but smile and want to laugh with her - it is like music - it's beautiful and lyrical.
- My voice. I can call my dogs into the house. Share stories with my grandchildren. Dial a phone and chat with a friend or hum a tune (you really don't want to hear me sing☺). My neighbor, John, lost his voice shortly before he died of throat cancer. He was such a wonderful, gentle man whose voice was silenced too soon.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
It's Sunday! Sunday, to me, is always a new beginning. Bright, shiny, soft and sweet, it brings hope with it and anticipation - what will the new week bring? Today I am thankful for: