... For the time I spent standing outside the other day, waiting for my son and his sitter to come downstairs from putting his friend down for nap and answer the door. The view from the house on the hill where he stays each day is amazing. I could see layers of fog hovering over the earth in the distant sky. Rain fell light like mist around me while I hovered under the covered porch. The world seemed full of mystery and ultimately unknowable.
... For the fire my husband built in the fireplace last night. The room was warm and the couch piled with more blankets than we could put to use. The world seemed cozy, safe, and familiar.
... For every morning that we hear the crows call Caw Caw while we ready ourselves for the day. My son said to me last week: Mommy, the little birds say tweet-tweet, but the crows say CAW-CAW! We like to listen to the sound of the crows.
... For the little birds too, who dip and weave through the sky like a symphony is playing, that only they can hear. Two flocks rose together and danced in front of my car window while I drove to the doctor yesterday morning, and it was like art rising up from the highway, a ballet in black against the grey white of the sky.
... For this morning, when I inexplicably woke at 5am, finally rising from my bed at 6, and still, walking through my house, my thoughts weren't grumpy or bitter. Instead, I thought: I love this house. I'm so happy it's ours.
... For my husband and son, who bring laughter and delight to my world every day.
... For my daughter, dancing in my womb and preparing for her grand entrance into the world. And for all the work we got done yesterday, preparing to welcome her: the attic is semi-organized (a feat unto itself), and furniture is moved and rearranged, paint is purchased and ready to go on the walls, and we are closer to welcoming her every day.
... For the basics: a roof over our heads, food in the fridge, medical care when we're sick, and then for magic: laughter and delight are magical, and I am most thankful for how much magic I find in the daily details of this ordinary life.