thankful

some days we forget 
to look around us
some days we can't see 
the joy that surrounds us
so caught up inside ourselves
we take when we should give

there's so much to be thankful for...


I don't see anything wrong with writing a very cliché post about how grateful I am for EVERYTHING. you might not read it. or you might. and you'll sit there and say, yeah you and everybody else, Megs. 

but honestly. my life overflows with blessings. sometimes, the windows of my vision get foggy with trials or confusion about school or boys, however, when I take time to realize the many miracles I have encountered, the hard stuff barely matters.

many thanks to Josh Groban for pointing out our world filled with wonder!
things like warm cafés, fuzzy socks, sunshine, the gospel,
convenience of modern technology, close friends you can always return to,
learning experiences, beauty, old stuffed animals,
familiar streets to drive on, family laughter,
winnie the pooh, faith,
those who teach,
Christmas lights lining the lane,
love, music you can bust out singing to,
lotion that smells delightful, your favorite winter coat,
brothers and sisters alike, new socks,
dryers, organized file cabinets,
snugly laced up shoes,
neatly laid out websites,
smiles you recognize, hugs you're comfortable in,
dreams, Disney, post-it notes that stick,
homemade foods, parents, leaders....

you know as well as I the list could go on. this week has been a good one to heighten my awareness of how much I am blessed. foremost on brain is my family. they mean a great deal to me. this latest holiday and the time spent has helped me realize how wonderful my family is. I have best friends in my family ties. I've learned from them that it's human to judge. it happens. it takes serious assistance from a higher being to overcome this. but family is family and we love them despite troubles we may have. although it's been said many times, many ways, the older you get, the more you'll appreciate your family. I always thought that was so old news and it wouldn't happen to me. I loved my family enough just the way we were.

and then I moved out. good morning world! turns out I really need my mom and dad after all... my momma knows just was to say. my dad takes care of me and fulfills his calling of "providing" to the fullest extent. today is just packed with the typical cliché stuff...but wouldn't you know it? it's all true! I wouldn't be here without my parents (haha) and I'm ever so grateful for them. they're number one on my list.

three generations of love