Five months, one thousand gifts counted. Here they are counting by hundreds, plus a few of my favorites.
1. “Sleeping in” this morning
26. Abby snuggled into my shoulder, still hiccupping after a fit of emotion (still not sure which one), but at rest now in my arms.
42. Crayon-drawn hearts given to me by my niece, addressed to “Anlense” (that’s Aunt Lindsey, for those of you who do not read five-year-old)
100. Humility and grace even amid tough “disciplining” moments- realizing that I am not more teachable than Abby (Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner!). Thanks for grace and patience from God- a much better parent than I!
124. Abby running, arms stretched behind her like Superman
132. A hot roll from the middle of the pan
158. The first drink of Dr. Pepper
200. Enjoying scenic drive with Laura on the way to our family retreat
249. Old photo albums at Mom’s house
250. That I do not look like those old pictures any more!
300. Tiny teeth cutting through gums
315. Driving at night, darkness surrounding, hymn mix playing
377. Surprise visit from Stephen at lunchtime!
394. Freshly shaved legs
400. Baby Cheerio constantly on the move
489. Abby dancing in her pajamas in the kitchen–happy in the morning!
496. Greasy children running through the house, smelling like sunscreen
500. Deep sleep after a hard day of eating and playing
502. In the midst of a tantrum, Abby stops to pick a flower and give it to me.
540. Getting lost in a book
559. Juicy summer peaches
600. Thankful for my godly, delightful, thoughtful husband and dad this Father’s Day!
617. Fifteen Watsons in a small lake house
667. Climate control relief in house and car from oppressive summer heat
683. Compassionate tears in Dr. H‘s eyes as we make plans for Cheerio’s delivery tomorrow
700. Quick progress of labor
761. Abby and Stephen playing chase around the couch; dancing, laughing to music playing–so thankful for my daughter and husband–my heart is full.
784. Cards in the mail
800. “Gratitude is one of the most powerful forces ever created” (Matt Chandler)
853. Cousin chaos
882. Abby’s happy face through the window of the Chick Fil A playground
888. She says “thank you,” unprompted!
900. “Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight” Amen!
907. Fresh flowers in a Mason jar
953. Google hangouts bring faraway family together
969. Holding Stephen’s hand, coat buttoned tight, clip-clop of high heels on downtown sidewalks–fun in Minneapolis!
979. Honeycrisp apples
995. Former students, greeting me from great adolescent heights
1000. “How, like a magnet among steel filings, the thankful heart finds the mercies and picks them out of the black dust of sorrow and suffering!” (George Muller of Bristol)
“To know how we can count on God, we count graces,
but ultimately there is really only One.”