Where do I even begin?
I find myself hoping that in some way that I give thanks for all the good in my life each and every day. With a glance I notice the words, "What are you grateful for today?" drawn in dry erase marker across the glass insert of my bathroom door. A reminder to myself to take a present moment to consider what I have in my life.
What I do know is that Thanksgiving weekend, or even the month of October, has become somewhat of a check point for me over the past couple years. When thinking about what I am thankful for and what I have in my life, I am sometimes in a good place and sometimes I have found myself struggling somewhere in my life. It seems that when the Thanksgiving weekend comes around, it inevitably becomes a time to check in with how I am doing and if I am really and truly making the most of, this "one wild and precious life" that I am given. (Thank you Mary Oliver).
This weekend I am reminded that last year was one of struggle. Quite honestly, I wasn't feeling as thankful, grateful and appreciative as I would have hoped and I had to make an effort to bring these thoughts to the forefront of my mind in the days leading up to Thanksgiving weekend. It did me a world of good to reflect on this. I really did need to do something to see that glass as half full again.
This year I am good, better.
I see my beautiful, health and happy girls. I see my talented and dedicated Kevin. I see the lifestyle we chosen for our family. I see the connections with others that we have made. I see the opportunities we have in front of us. I see my own strengths and abilities.
Its important to me to make something special out of weekends and occasions like this. Its important to me that my girls grow up knowing that there is a special weekend where we reflect on thankfulness, gratefulness and appreciation. Its important to me that we spend time together. Its important to me that a family dinner is special, different, and more than the usual.
They may not get it now, or even notice it, but I want to instil tradition and that will come in time.
There aren't enough words to express how thankful I was for the weather that was delivered to us from sun up, to sun down this weekend. The sun shone, the sky was blue and life was evident - everywhere.
This weekend was spent strolling through the local outdoors Farmer's Market with each of my girls' hands in mine. We rode bikes as a family down old, yet familiar bike trails, reminiscing of the times we had spent there when we were just K2 and K3. I sipped coffee, alone, in a quiet coffee shop while I sorted and organized some of what has been cluttering my mind. And I made delicious home made trail mix and granola bars.
This weekend we ventured to our family place. Again, never failing to disappoint. We are so thankful for this place that melts cares and concerns and settles us into a place of undistracted togetherness.
With the gathering of paper, wood for kindling, logs to be split, two partially eaten bags of stale marshmallows and we were good to go....


Soon after there was a spontaneous musical band travelling through our site!
But with weather as amazing as it has been and the warmth of the sun drawing us in, the girls put their musical instruments away in favour of shovels and pails and we headed on over to the island.

This used to be a 6:00 or 7:00ish point for the sun in the sky...now it was closer to 3:30.
| sun on kamille, no sun on kev |
| this is where we ate chips and ju-jubes one day not long ago. |

...even getting a mouth full of sand.


Moustache!
Its something she must have picked up at daycare and I love how much it really is a moustache look!
He's promised her a night of snuggling once the railing on the loft is built. Gosh how she loves her Daddy and the cabin he built!
Our Thanksgiving weekend did included a delicious turkey dinner and a night snuggling all together while we watched the movie Madagascar 2. We expressed thanks and gratitude for things in our lives - Kamille for the trees, because they keep us alive and let us breathe and Karis said she was thankful for our house, and her Mama and Daddy.
Oh my sweet girls, how grateful I am for you, your health and your Daddy's love and kindness.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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A little additional bit of love to remember about this weekend:
We were so proud of Kamille on our big family bike ride. It was the longest ride she's done on her own two-wheeler and she did so well. And, to make my heart swell just a tad more, Kamille read the bedtime story to Kevin, Karis and myself tonight. Its a book we've read to her a million times over, Where Is The Green Sheep? by Mem Fox, so she likely picked it for its familiarity and its repetition, but there was something different in the way that she read it. She was more attentive to the words and she did notice and stop herself when the patterns of the wording changed. She recognized when the familiar statements weren't on the page and she made her best effort to sound out the unfamiliar words! It was amazing to watch! I loved watching Karis watch her big sister as she read us the book. So much love.













