As I sit here in this gorgeous early fall weather of southern New England, a sense of contentment overcomes me. With the leaves blowing in the wind, and the sun beating down upon me, my mind drifts. My life is one of discord and chaos at the moment, so this precious time of relief and joy is welcomed. It makes me think about what is right and good in my life and so I concentrate on that. And I reflect upon all that I am blessed with and grateful for.
I am grateful for a pair of soulful sky-blue eyes. My husband and my champion. He supports me ceaselessly and without complaint. He deals with the emotions and upheavals of my life with honor and compassion. And yet, he doesn’t hesitate to push me gently and sometimes not so subtly when I need it.
I am grateful for two pairs of little hands that reach for me with smiles and laughter. My children and my miracles. They are my constant reminder that life will thrive and prosper. I live for their little moments of joy and discovery. They are a constant source of inspiration.
I am grateful for helpful hearts. My in-laws and my sanity-keepers. My in-laws are what dreams are made of. Non-judgemental, non-confrontational, and a quiet, unassuming sounding board, I rely upon my in-laws for keeping me grounded more than any daughter-in-law should.
I am grateful for sensible heads. My sisters and my secret sharers. My two sisters who love unconditionally and understand without words. We share a special, indestructible bond forged in fire and love. They know the real me in ways no-one else could.
I am grateful for a joker’s smirk. My brother and my heart lightener. A big, strong teddy bear with a unique sense of self and an off-beat sense of humor. The darkness is always banished with his laughter and teasing ways. His unceasing faith and trust in me bring about a braveness I didn’t know I had.
I am grateful for a hero’s touch. My dad and my true-life hero. His strength is immeasurable and bigger than the stars and the sky. His unwavering love and devotion taught me well what a father should be like. And have made me a stronger woman than I ever thought possible.
I am grateful for enfolding arms. My mother and my biggest support. Her strength of character and perseverance are without peer. Pushing, pulling and tugging, all but dragging us on her back to get to where we need to go, I would not be here without her love.
Coming back to myself, I feel blessed and grateful indeed.
You can learn more about Holly Westfall on her blog, SilverRose Designs