Note: I recently read the book One Thousand Gifts, and now I’m making my own list of one thousand gifts. As they accumulate, I post them on Mondays and keep the running list on this tab, titled All is Grace.
90. starry diamonds glittering in the newest blanket of snow
91. snow dolloped like whipped cream on the trees
92. a warm little hand to hold in mine
93. busy fingers dusted with flour
94. pie dough
95. a tiny pink rolling-pin and oilcloth aprons
96. my mama’s homemade chocolate pudding recipe
97. freckles sprinkled across her nose like cinnamon on toast
98. crusts in blue pottery pans, cooling and waiting to be filled
99. their joy in made-from-scratch chocolate pies
100. the mixer’s promising hum as it whirls
101. dollops of whipped cream, freckled with chocolate
102. the first delicious slice of her little pie
103. carnations
104. shadows tangled up in the trees
105. her first batch of brownies
106. lacy piles of powdered sugar, generously sprinkled with zeal
107. the “snow kitchen” they built in our front yard
108. a Friday evening shared with very dear friends
109. his strong hands strumming that acoustic guitar
110. how she fixes my “hilarious hair”
111. the cold little glove-less hand that gets warm sharing my coat pocket
112. snowball fights in the winter sunshine
113. the little voice that sing-shouts “Do you know what’s in the Bible?” and “I don’t know Hebrew, but if you do, I’d like to meet you.”
114. the dishwasher loader who frets, “Gravity must be really strong today…”
115. bedtime kisses and hugs
I’m here from Ann’s this afternoon.
And if I have to pick just one from your list, I pick: 111. the cold little glove-less hand that gets warm sharing my coat pocket (how a mom and a daughter fit – how she needs you now – and always will – and how she already knows that you will never ever stop loving her – the love of a mom is a precious thing.)
These words really made me smile. Thank you.
God Bless you and all of yours