I just finished reading a book called "The Last Lecture" right now for my book club started by my cute SIL. In this book there is a chapter called "The Man in the Convertible" describing a woman who sees this man with the top down on his car, his hair blowing in the wind, and a content smile on his face. He is completely enjoying that day and that very moment. As the woman watched, she realized she knew the man. It was Randy, who she also knew had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and had only a few months to live. This is a true story! If he can still be fully engaged in life and enjoying every moment, so can I!
Reading this passage has made me think about a lot of things, and realize a few things that I am so specifically thankful for. The first is that my parents have been so generous to let us live here with them while we "wait". They are the best teachers and examples of kindness and I am grateful just that I get to hang out with them! I feel blessed to have the parents I do and even more blessed that they are still my personal super heros. I won the parent lottery :)
And although this may seem random, if you've read this book you'll understand why this came to my mind while reading it. I am thankful for all of the pen marks, smiley faces, and buggies that are constantly drawn on Olivia's arms, legs, hands, and feet because I love that she is so creative and how such a small thing is so magical to her. I am thankful to have a husband that is as laid back as me and lets her draw all over herself (maybe he even drew ab muscles and some ribs on her once) and doesn't care what people at the grocery store say. One day we'll have to explain to her that its not PC to draw all over your body, but for now I want to let her imagination go wild, and I think I was blessed to have a husband who agrees.