Today's an ordinary October day. Normal weather. Routine tasks. Nothing exciting, except--ordinary is reason enough to celebrate.
During the months since my last post, illness and stress moved in like a termite invasion swarming over our lives.
Since my medical issue turned around I revel in the unremarkable.
The portable wheelchair is stashed in the garage. I don't need a stool in the shower. I can get on the floor to play with my grandson. My calendar has spaces without doctor appointments. I dare to make modest plans again.
Today I'll dance and empty the dishwasher, hum as I load the washer, sip coffee in the sunshine.
If you are healthy, it's a great day.
And I celebrate you, the many folks who tried their best to brighten the dark days:
The Read-a-Lattes, my book club, who brought our weekly lunch date to the house so I could join. The church friends who sent me cards, prayed, called, brought dinner, chauffeured.
The many who literally packed up our house and put the boxes in the moving van.
You showed us a hundred kindnesses. You are irreplaceable.