I was so tickled to be able to get my bread (without even a plastic bag) and tuck it into my basket to bike home. E made us mushroom soup again and when S got home we happily had our fresh rye bread with soup. S asked me if I was tickled pink to have been able to ride to the bakery and, as I happily nodded my head, W answered (in his dry way), "Yes, she even made me take a picture". I really did and now I can share it with you. ;-)
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Counting My Blessings
I am a big fan of "counting your blessings" although I admit that that saying used to annoy me. Perhaps it was because older relatives would say it to me when I was a teen and wanting to complain about something. These days I take it quite literally and I actually do count my blessings. I write them in a gratitude journal, I say them to myself each day, I give thanks out loud for particularly wonderful or touching blessings and sometimes...sometimes I take photos of them but always I am aware of the multitude of blessings in my life. Friday afternoon the boys and I took a break from working to do something we'd been looking forward to since we knew we were moving here...actually something I've been looking forward to doing for many years. This move brings us back quite close to our old neighbourhood and that means we are back near our old bakery and little neighbourhood grocer but now I'm actually close enough to bike to it. Hurrah! So Friday afternoon the boys and I donned our helmets, got out our bikes and E timed us to see how long it would take to get there. Five minutes. Five minutes to delicious fresh made bread. Definitely a blessing!