How was your Easter? Did you get a chance to put your feet up and eat way too much chocolate?
We enjoyed ourselves silly down at Gran and Pops’ house in Fibrotown. We always do. Gran and Pops still live in the house I grew up in and it’s always going to be ‘home’ to me. I love that I can tuck the Tsunamis up for the night in the very room that I used to be tucked up in. I love that they can go wild with their adored cousins in the very backyard where I went wild with mine. I love that there is a memory around every corner (mostly because my dad is one of those dads who refuse to throw anything away, but more on that some other time!).
So, this week I’m grateful for…
118. Memories – and the time to indulge in them. My memory isn’t the best, but I love those flashes of certainty you get from time to time when you remember something that you thought you’d forgotten.
119. Chocolate – what would Easter be without it? But I’m especially grateful that these days chocolate is a genuine ‘sometimes’ treat for me rather than a ‘most day’s indulgence. And really, who cares if ‘sometimes’ I eat, like, car loads of the stuff… That’s still ‘sometimes’, right?
120. Support – I’m still a bit choked up over the support my blog received on her (she’s definitely a girl) first birthday. Sob. What an honour it is to play a little part in so many wonderful women’s and Glen‘s blogging life. Thank you.
[Image by Soup and Sunday]