So so full. Anybody else have a hard time zipping your jeans up this morning? Or did you just say to heck with it and put on some yoga pants? Or just leave the top button unbuttoned? Or just going pantsless?
I feel you.
And speaking of feeling, I’m all in mine today.
Sure, I was grateful yesterday, but this morning when I woke up, I had to put words to my thoughts, as I’m prone to do.
So so full of thanks.
Like the job I was gifted this year. Eighteen precious little Kindergarten nuggets who call me Mrs. Parrish at least 1800 times a day.
“Ok, boys and girls. Let’s think of things that comes in pairs. For instance, shoes…”
“Hands!”
“Eyes!”
“Your chins, Mrs. Parrish!”
“Which is heavier, an elephant or Mrs. Parrish?” (This was a math lesson, not an attempt for praise)
With feeling, “Mrs. Parrish!”
See how blessed I am?
In all seriousness, getting hugs and snot rubbed on me and marriage proposals from six year olds and grins of confidence when the light bulb goes off–these things are wonderful.
So thankful.
And the time spent these past few days with my people. My family and extended family. Bliss. Watching my children play with my cousin’s children- whom had never met prior to – like they had known each other forever and ever and just run and laugh and play and eat all.the.sugar. (we’re related, remember?) just filled my tank. And memories just started coming all the way back up –I’m guessing because that tank was full again–and I could see and feel seven year old me as a kid playing with these cousins. These cousins whom we only saw once a year, the ones that I would literally not be able to sleep the night before they would get here. Those ones. Getting pushed all over our Mema’s house in a plastic baby tub, sledding down the stairs, and screaming, “Again, again!” to one of the male cousins, much to his chagrin, I’m sure– those sort of memories. As the kids played, we now adults (sort of) chatted and laughed and reminisced on Thanksgivings past- little Mema and her little pitcher of tea, feasts in garages with pictures hung to add ambience, the go kart races that would take place that week, and all the loved ones that left us way too soon. Just way too soon. And while that sort of makes you feel a little empty, us together makes me feel overflowing. (And sometimes overserved, we are Irish, ya know?!) Like a little patch for the holes in your heart that only family can fill. Oh but heaven…those will be eternally full days!
(And P.S. other side of the family…I LOOOOVE y’all too and missed our fireside chats and our kids playing and getting overserved with y’all too, and y’all ain’t even Irish!)
Just full. Heart full, belly full,
Wonder-full.
I’m thankful.
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