I decided to go visit my grandmother yesterday. And that was a good decision. I don't get to see her enough. And through no fault except my own. But, Peanut and I had a great visit.
And driving home...with Don Williams on repeat in the CD player...I realized that I really love this time of year and days like today. And it made me so glad. So...instead of an angry blog today, I decided instead to think about all of things that this season means to me.
So...here is my list.
This season means:
1.snuggling on the couch with Hubby on a cold evening.
2.chicken stew.
3.listening to stories about my grandmother's childhood and realizing just how lucky I am to have a grandmother to pray for me.
4.crying for no reason except that I have never, ever been this happy before in my life and my heart feels as if it were going to burst whenever I think about it-and I have always been pretty happy...
5.the mountains
6.raking leaves under the oak tree at my parent's house
7.roasting marshmallows with my family and friends
8.getting renewed urges to scrub everything in sight...(fall and spring, baby)
9.yellow wild flowers in the field next to my parent's home...and prayers of thankfulness that God is the Master Artist
10.hot chocolate and long, deep conversations with loved ones.
11.Christmas carols 2 months early
12.planning out my creation of a pumpkin spice cheesecake to make my pumpkin spice-obsessed hubby one of the happiest men on earth
13.day trips to 96,SC and the Middianite restaurant in Blackville
14.caramel apples
15.getting just as excited now as I was when I was 5 about wearing my cold weather clothes
16.USC FOOTBALL!!
17.dressing my little boy in snuggly feety pajamas
18.Don Williams
...and a million more memories...
But mostly it just reaffirms the feeling that I have always had that blood really is thicker than water. I think that Hubby is right - fall is a nostalgic time of year. And maybe that is the reason that I just feel closer to my family this time of year. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am preparing my heart for Christmas...Or maybe this is just prime season to eat Mama's biscuits...But whatever the reason, fall always makes me thankful for the fact that my family is tight like the Southern mafia...just minus all of the crime...
My mama pulled down a box of my stuff from the attic last week...And in it was an essay that I wrote for my 5th grade English class about things that I was thankful for. And I guess I haven't changed all that much. Because my relationship with God tops the list...and then my family follows. And not just that I have a family...But that we can talk about anything with each other...and that we have stupid jokes that no one else can really appreciate...And that we care what the deep down feelings of each other really are...And that we not only have a family relationship, but also a real friendship. Soooo...this year I am as thankful as ever about having such an awesome, wonderful growing family. (It seems as if Hubby and Peanut have always been right there.)
But it don't really matter how far you go...
I can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees.
And those Williams boys still mean alot to me- Hank and Tennessee.
I guess we're all going to be what we're going to be.
So what do you do with good ol' girls like me?
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I may be partial, but I think your memories of autumn are wonderful. I want to thank you for giving me one more wonderful memory: that of an autumn sunlight reflecting through the leaves of colorful trees high above the world below. The crunch of leaves under our feet as we the juice of crisp apples dribble down our chin. And the smile and laughter of a precious little boy as he tries to growle like a "sudder bears" for his Pappy. Thank you for having give and continuing to give me some of the most wonderful memories in life. I love you with all my heart. Mama ps see last blog on home page for Dad's comment.
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