The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next. ~ Mignon McLaughlin

I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it. ~ Maya Angelou

Thankful

• creative outlets
• crisp, bright autumn days
• lunch with Hubby
• "Mama, I need some loves."
• peace of mind

William Henry Channing : To live content with small means; to seek
elegance rather than luxury; and refinement rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study
hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars
and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all
cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasion, hurry never; in a word,
to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious grow up through
the common. This is to be my symphony.

Thankful Thursday

• I'm sick, but I'm not chronic or terminal or even bedridden.
• My boy took care of himself while Mama was heaving.
• Hubby is home at this time.
• Annual physical results are in: all is well except for a bit of anemia!
• Great time in Memphis with friends

Thankful Thursday (a day late)

• friendly AND helpful customer service representatives
• good medical insurance
• clean carpet
• beautiful autumn days
• a juxtaposition: Hubby's job has become more solidified - at the expense of a collegue. thankful for the security; sad for the other family.

Normal Day

As I watch Buddy bloom before my eyes, I marvel at the boy he is now and anticipate the man he will become. I try hard to squeeze every drop of "normal" from the day, knowing that though the days are long, the years are short. Soon my little boy will be gone, replaced by a man, and all I will have of this time is memories.

found on http://aliedwards.typepad.com/ :


Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return. ~ Mary Jean Iron