“Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.” – Henry Ward Beecher.
grateful
Hail the Husband 3
He plays with her and pets her all hours of the day
talking and teasing Opal – she listens to him say
that he’s glad she’s here – wouldn’t have it any other way
and I’m happy to spot them like this through the archway
Beatitude (Supreme Blessedness)
Today was the fourth day of summer school (I’m teaching a 2nd and 3rd grade combo class). We hadn’t even gotten to the fun stuff yet (math Bingo with M&Ms and vocabulary skits) when one second grader beamed and said, “I love summer school!”
“What part?” I asked.
“All of it!”
Her gratitude was intense and contagious. Other students murmured in agreement. Summer school is the bomb.
She could have complained about waking up, getting dressed and going to school.
She could have dreaded doing math (again).
She could have complained and compared herself to other kids who are going on vacations to California and beyond.
But she was completely present. She was 100% here with 16 other kids and me and we had a great time.
Desert Oasis
We’ve lived here for 11 years now.
We putter around together in our backyard. William builds patios and walkways while I assemble a desert garden (herbs, cacti). Pretty soon, we’ll be swimming.
Kismet 