Celebration Saturday

Thank you to Ruth Ayres for creating this space to share our celebrations.  Please check her blog for other celebrations.

I am so grateful for this celebration community.  Even on those weeks where it seems like there is no light at the end of the tunnel, I find myself looking for the positive things every day.  I keep a mental tab for my weekly post, which helps me focus on the good things in my life.

This week I am celebrating:

G's smile.  G is a boy in my room who would much rather be roping a steer at the rodeo than doing anything else.  School is hard!  But that boy has grit.  And he's discovered that he is a writer.  (Can you tell my heart is singing?)  When I walked into Music class to pick the kids up on Friday morning, he waved a paper in my face, while he grinned ear to ear.  It was a story about fishing with his dad.  He whispered, "I wrote a poem about this yesterday,"  as he bounced on his tiptoes.  I told him I couldn't wait to see it, but when we got back to the room, we both forgot as we got started on our next task.  He didn't forget though.  As the bell rang at 3:15, time for the kids to get on the bus, he ran up to my desk, and breathlessly said, "Here it is."  It was his poem about fishing with his dad.  He tried to suppress his smile, but the twinkle in his eye gave him away.  I returned his smile, clasped his notebook close to my heart, and told him I'd read it right away.  He scurried for the bus.  Once the room was quiet, I settled down to read G's poem.  Now, it was my turn to smile.  

Chocolate covered strawberries for dessert Friday night.  There's nothing more to say about that.  

Nerdultion...I've done well this week with writing and adding movement to my day.  I graduated from physical therapy and decided to join their wellness program.  It's taken me a long time to realize how important it is to take care of myself.  Now I've got a place to go to workout and I can still walk outside when it isn't a bazillion degrees below zero.

Last and best...all three kids are home this weekend.  It's Annie's (my youngest daughter) 19th birthday.  I had a rough time bringing Annie into the world.  Bedrest at 22 weeks and then she was born 6 weeks early. She spent 2 weeks in the NICU and weighed less than 5 pounds when we brought her home.  Now, I look at the beautiful young woman that she's become.  I am amazed at her strength and tenacity.  She makes me smile every day and I am so very proud to be her mom.  (Actually, I'm pretty proud to be a mom to all 3 of my kids).  

The weekend will be filled with fun and chocolate cake.  What more could you want?