Gretchen Rubin talks every year on her podcast about "designing" your summer. And the other…
This weekend . . .
was blustery and cold
there was a lot of hunkering by the wood stove
talking and talking and talking
maybe a little crying
feeling the impact of my father’s death
and processing what that means in my world
there were friends who reached out
bringing me sweets
bringing me flowers
there was dinner
with my amazing cousins Len and Peg
feeling what it’s like to be loved by family
there was homemade pizza
tequila and limes
plenty of hot coffee and strong tea
believe it or not
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ah joy! I’m glad you found it (or it found you?!) this weekend – hope it stays with you this week as well!
So glad you were able to still find Joy in your world. Family can be a fluid thing – those you choose to call family are those who rally around you when you need them, are there in the minutiae of your daily life, and those who bring you Joy. Your family cup runneth over, my friend 🙂
It sounds like you have a wonderful support system. Hope you find Joy this week as well. 🙂
Joy is a loving family and community of friends. Mwah!
…and there is nothing better than Joy!
Joy . . . in the most unexpected places. XO
Wherever you are you find joy or it finds you. It’s your word, grrl! Hugs and love! xoxo
So glad you found JOY in it all. And those waffles look delicous!
Mmmm. I haven’t had a waffle in ages!! 🙂
The power of family. It’s a wonderful thing. xo
The poetic rhythm of this post was a JOY for me–thank you for sharing your weekend and your emotions. Stay warm!
Glad that family and friends were there to support you and help you find some joy.
And, YUM, that waffle looks good!
Way to go, Carole!
So glad that you still found JOY! And that waffle looks yummy.
hang in there
Yup. Well, ours was different, but the same. Cold, cold, cold at the cemetery Friday morning, and lots of complicated feelings that evolve as the days go by, and will probably keep doing so. It is a relief to not have to go back to the nursing home – we hated so much having her there.
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