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Gratitude 128: Aging

A few days ago I posted a gratitude for beautiful flowers that my children sent to me for Mother’s Day. Today the roses still adorn my dining room table, albeit a bit worn and drooping. They will be gone soon, but the memory of the love and thoughtfulness they represent will linger long afterwards. As you can see, even in their “old age,” they exhibit an exquisite beauty. I suppose most people would have discarded the roses by the time they appeared wilted and discolored. Such a metaphor for life! As I age, I am discovering that each age and stage has its unique gifts to offer. The skin increasingly sags, the joints stiffen, the eyes dull with passing time, yet the most beautiful, loving, compassionate people I know are the ones who are aging. But like these beautiful roses, they become more beautiful with age. It occurred to me this morning that I am truly grateful for aging . . . my aging process and those of many others who bless my life, too. So, here’s to aging and the beauty of the process.

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Gratitude 126: Flowers and Candy From My Children

Yesterday was Mother’s Day so I made a point of talking to my mother and my daughters/daughter-in-law. We are all mothers now. 🙂 I’m not big on fancy gifts or gushy cards, rather time in conversation is what I value. So it was good to spend time via FaceTime and phone with the other mothers in my family. Today however, I received a bouquet of roses and a small box of chocolates from my kids. It was totally unexpected (we don’t usually do those sorts of things). I love roses and chocolate and have smiled ever since receiving them. Thank you to my children. You made me feel special today. I am grateful for flowers and candy from my children.

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Gratitude 21: The Beach


With summer just around the corner, and temperatures already hitting the upper 90’s, I find myself thinking of the beach.  This photo was taken on Mother’s Day a couple of years ago when I visited my daughters and grandson in Chicago. As warm as it looks, we were wearing jackets and parkas, even so this reminds me of summer time at the beach, lying on a lounge or a beach towel under a larger umbrella with tons of sun block slathered on.  The beach suggests relaxing with a good novel, toes in the sand, a dip in the lake–or ocean, if that is the case.  There is so much more than just relaxing at the beach.  There is an entire eco-system that we are often oblivious to.  But for today, I am grateful for the beach and the fun and relaxation offered there.