My little guy has been excited to put up our Christmas tree for at least two weeks now. I couldn’t commit though, not until I’d put away all my shoes. If it weren’t for him they’d probably still be there. His excitement is tangible and it looks like he has lights twinkling in his eyes despite the tree still being in its box. It’s those simple moments of joy, through my little guys eyes that got me through the roller coaster of emotions that has been 2020.
On this 28th last day of 2020 I give thanks for my gramps on the day of his birth. I haven’t seen him in almost a year; he’s in a long-term care home and Covid-19 has gotten in the way of visits.
On this 29th last day of 2020 I’m grateful for real estate agent friends. Particularly those like Tristian Clunis who not only deliver you:
On this 30th last day of 2020 not only am I grateful for being at home with myself, I’m grateful for becoming a homeowner. Something I’d just about given up on ever happening.
On this 31st last day of 2020 I give thanks for being at home with myself.
My little guy warms my heart. If you ask him if the friend he’s just told you about is a boy or girl, he responds “they’re a friend.”, discussion over. And he’s right, what does it matter?
For someone who loves to be still, I find it really hard to be still.
A raging storm woke me up last night.
The week ended better than it started and for that I am thankful.
In terms of the classroom it means I’m getting by as best as I can.
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