This about the 8th or 9th post in the Bloom Where You're Planted series. Thirty-one days of learning to put down roots and grow and really live right here. The Nester started all this so you might want to click on over there and check her out. To read the rest of the posts in the Bloom Where You're Planted series, go here Bloom.
Wishing to be somewhere else is a dangerous game. I suspect it would pretty much kill your chances of living fully where you are.
I am not doing that today.
I am going to practice being grateful today.
Today, right here, is a list of things that would NOT have happened if I were someplace else:
My kids playing for hours at the park with their cousins.
Seeing the sunset over the pond while Eight counts frog calls in the dark for Frogwatch USA.
Signing school papers for Almost Ten and listening to him discuss the personality traits of various teachers. (Apparently Mr. C and I have much in common. In other words, don't annoy him either due to his tendency toward crabbiness.)
A raccoon standing in a flower pot on my front porch eating bird seed. (Yeah, I know that isn't a raccoon, apparently my flowerpot is a wildlife magnet cause that's where he was.)
A raccoon/skunk trap in my yard.
Eight getting mad at his daddy for ruining his science experiment by watering one of the four plants meant for his science experiment. He allegedly watered the one that was supposed to get "no water" when he washed the porch after removing the raccoon trap.
Making Angie's three layer chocolate cake. Wow.
The kids making plans to spend Christmas Eve at their grandparents, without us!
Things that would not have happened if we were somewhere else. Good things.
I am sure there would have been other good things, but not these things. These things are precious, and I am watching for more!