Here's a reminder that Halloween will come again: Jack and Anna all dressed up in next year's Halloween costumes (because their mom is super smart and bought on sale after trick-or-treat). I'm planning on seeing these costumes hit the road.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Considering Tomorrow
Today I am thankful for making plans. For looking ahead and choosing to believe the odds are at least even we'll be around when the time comes to go a concert, gather for the holidays, or travel to a wedding. It's hard to walk the very thin line between this moment we know for certain we have and all the moments to come that are just a promise. Every day is a balancing act between being truly present in the moment and being willing to risk hoping for those moments to come. I don't always strike that balance well and it's good to have reminders that good things just might be lurking around the corner.
Here's a reminder that Halloween will come again: Jack and Anna all dressed up in next year's Halloween costumes (because their mom is super smart and bought on sale after trick-or-treat). I'm planning on seeing these costumes hit the road.
Here's a reminder that Halloween will come again: Jack and Anna all dressed up in next year's Halloween costumes (because their mom is super smart and bought on sale after trick-or-treat). I'm planning on seeing these costumes hit the road.
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4 comments:
I'm thankful for you, Ms. Debi. I appreciate your writing, and your willingness to be open about what's really going on; and you, wonderful you.
Your blog is sort of a touchstone for me. I don't always comment, but I do always read. When I get too caught up in Real Life, I come back here and am able to concentrate on what's really important. Your photos of green, growing things; of lovely children; of animals... Thank you...
Oh, Lysne. Thank you, sweetheart.
I do have these fleeting moments when all my plans are in the air, that something may happen and I won't get to see/do/share that particular thing. But then I revert to my basic hopeful nature. I'm glad to know it's not just me. I should have known it was you in spades.
Buckets even, Chica. But I'm learning to bail.
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