I grateful for Farley’s special helper day. It means he gets to do a show and tell, and be the first in line to get to class, and to sit in a special chair at the front, and to hold Benjo, their class mascot frog stuffy. He was loving every minute of it.
I am also grateful for what he said when Julie asked if there was anything he thought we should talk about with his teacher at parent teacher interviews today. “Just tell her that I love her,” he said.
And I’m grateful for those interviews. We heard all the stuff a parent would want to hear.
I am grateful for a night out free of dinner making and kids. I went to the gym for the first time in a long time. Like, since there were podcasts, which I have to say, greatly improves the experience. Then I went to the studio, and painted until my eyes were bleary. That, right there is my idea of a good time.
We took our kids and their cousins to the Telus Spark science museum, and spent a good long while there. I’d been before, but never to the second floor, and never with enough time to feel like it wasn’t rushed. It was a fun time.
I grateful for a fantastic family thanksgiving.
I am grateful for my cousin Tom’s singing voice and willingness to play guitar with me and whomever else would sing along with us tonight. I could feel my late grandma’s warm presence when we played Country Roads by John Denver. Pretty sure that somehow, somewhere, she was pleased by that.