I'm learning that if you expect your list of gifts to grow very long, you have to get specific. You cannot keep listing general things or it gets very repetitious, very fast. You have to take note of small specific things. You have to think of each day, the new and different things that happened each day...and notice the gifts...and be grateful.
Seventy-Four. Movie with the grandparents and the neighbors, all of us piled together in the living room. We watched Hugo.
Seventy-Five. Birthday cake with the neighbor's daughter at 10pm. (After the movie.)
Seventy-Six. Friends, who made us laugh, at the birthday party this afternoon.
Seventy-Seven. This amazingly magical day that Mane & her little 3yr old friend had on Friday.
Seventy-Eight. Watching Mane be unusually gracious with her other friends on Friday night.
Seventy-Nine. Leaving Mane & Vespera together for 6 hours on Thursday and knowing they'd have a great time together. Peace for me. Peace for them.
Eighty. Access to health care...so we can get Vespera's knee fixed.
Eighty-One. My mom still has her hair. And hasn't been even a little bit sick from chemo.
Eighty-Two. Shabbat. Stopping the work, though it isn't finished, because it will never really be finished, and it is so important to just stop now & then.
Eighty-Three. Mane sleeps at night. The strange night wakings have vanished. Amazing.
Eighty-Four. Mango's warmth.
Eighty-Five. The little snowman in the back yard.