Lessons in thankfulness and gratitude

I’ve received quite a few emails asking about my whereabouts and I said “oops, I didn’t click publish on my blog post that I was taking a vacation.”

Sorry, y’all.

For the past week, I’ve been deeply immersed in the world of packing and moving. The movers came today and there is still stuff to do at the other house. How can that be? I have an MCL tear and my once robust activity has dwindled to a trickle, as I’m quite limited by my very large knee brace and lots of pain.

If I were a character in my favorite BBC comedy, Miranda, I’d say “such fun.”

For the most part, we’re home. My mattress and box spring are on the floor and I’m okay with that, as everything is moved but my bedroom. The movers are coming back in two weeks to take care of that and I can handle things at a much slower pace as far as finishing the packing.

Of course, one entire side of my garage is filled with boxes to be unpacked, but I’d rather have them there, to be opened one at a time, instead of sitting in the house staring at me.

I try to take away lessons in everything I do, as I feel each moment we experience in our life is a teachable one. The lessons I’ve learned through all of this is gratitude and thankfulness. My husband, despite the long hours he works, has exhausted himself helping pack and move smaller things. My best friend has helped me where I couldn’t help myself when packing. My son who is 14 and has been a trooper, lugging his fair share from place to place as we prepped for the movers. I’m so very thankful for the movers. What has taken me four weeks to prep due to aforementioned knee took them 3 hours. I’m thankful for the friends and families whose texts and emails have been rolling in the past few days to check on things, to offer a helping hand, or just to say “I’m thinking of you.”

Finally, I’m thankful for you. Thanks for sticking around the past six years. Here’s to the next six.