I’m Blessed

I am blessed every time someone does the dishes for me.  Seriously, I was the daughter growing up who did dishes.  Now I have a daughter that does dishes.  I only make her do one sink load a day, which is only about a 1/3 of what needs to get done, unless I’m really having a baking day and then it’s more.  Still, I’m grateful she does enough to take the edge off my load.

I’m blessed with baby fingers…

and soft baby clothes…baby socks…baby feet…baby breath…baby snuggles…baby cheeks, all things baby.

I’m blessed with homemade goodness, and the smell of cooking returned to the house.  I’ve been feeling really good.  I’m getting back on a cooking/baking schedule.  I’m starting to put meals in the freezer again instead of only taking from the freezer.  I made a triple batch of chili the other night, and we ate 1 batch for supper and the other 2 went in the freezer.  It was an easy one, which is a good way to just get my feet wet again.  Plus, kneading homemade bread is a huge stress reliever which I welcome back to my day.

I’m blessed with these huge amaryllis blooms that we’ve been much over a month to see.  Winter has such a lack of color in these parts.  We don’t see grass, leaves, flowers, etc. for a very long time. So color like this, this time of year, just knocks you over.  It’s happy.

We’re finding eggs again.  Well, since they haven’t laid since October, and their food and water only needs to be refilled every few days, we’ve only been checking every few days.  One day, there were 3 eggs there.  One was broken, one was frozen solid, and one was edible.  They were all the same color egg, so it’s possible that only one chicken is laying every day.  So now we get to go back to checking on them daily for eggs and we’re so excited!!  It’s been really hard buying eggs at the store.  I get depressed just putting them in my cart.

Sigh.  And this.  Just this.

By the way, Knut’s growing a beard.  It’s cute.  Ahem.  It’s so manly.

I am so blessed.