14 September 2012

Canned Thanks

My farmer parents and family bless us with lots of beautiful, ripe fruit.

Food preserving is hard work.

I leave for a lunch meeting and when I return, I am fully reminded of my great blessings.

One of them is a husband who reaches into the deepest parts of me and speaks to them.  With love and gentleness.

There are dahlias on my desk he's brought me, each color and shape specially chosen.

Today on my bed are five cards.  The children have made them while I was out.

I don't deserve such a man, such a family.

I'm incredibly thankful.