Being Outside, Letting Go, Thankful, and Tractors and Cows

It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve posted a true Thankful post. Sure, I reminded everybody that grammar matters recently, but haven’t shared much about my own life and what I’m thankful for. I want to do so today though, as it’s our ONE YEAR anniversary/birthday thing of Thankful. Can you imagine? I’m thankful for the reminder to be thankful (Lizzi).

There’s a reason for me not posting as much recently in general, and I think it’s mostly a good one. We’ve had Memorial Day weekend, we had today, and we had all of the days between.

We’ve been nurturing friendship.

We had Memorial Day, spent with my husband Robert’s parents. Which included tractor driving,

Making new friends that don’t look, or sound, exactly like we do….

All Terrain Vehicle riding with PaPaw Peckerwood. Said with love and respect, even though some of the relatives didn’t get that. We had Tucker “opening it up” in the field and seeing cows and riding down the river, and steering, and breathing. Breathing life, and love, and outside, and farming.

We’ve had being silly.

And we’ve found caterpillars, and have been brave enough to let them crawl on our hands (well, Tucker has, anyway. me, not so much.). We’ve talked about Spring, and caterpillars, and summer, and butterflies. We’ve wondered where the cocoons are. We’ve been outside. We’ve been outside, and we’ve been wondering and exploring, which is, allByItslef magic.

Wonder.

Tucker flew. High, high up in the air, and he was not afraid. He laughed and loved it. He waited patiently in line for it (that, right there, is number 2,438 because this boy? waiting in line?).

I wish I had a photo from the angle in front of him, rather than the one in back. He was laughing and loving and so happy happy to be flying. He was also about 15 feet in the air. While my heart was terrified, it was also full of flying. And love. And hope, because maybe, one day, or all of the days, this boy will fly high without me.

This boy will jump and fly. To the clouds. He will be brave. He IS brave.

We’ve had me being unbelievably mad at my husband for tearing up two bushes that I wanted to stay. Until I didn’t, because Tucker got to choose orange flowers and a Japanese Maple tree, to replace them with.

We have the One Year Anniversary of Ten Things of Thankful. We have Clark letting me guest post my rant to him at Wakefield.

And that Lizzi sent me a mini-glitterbomb of a card out of the blue (thank you, Lizzi, you are totally the (glitter) bomb. We have cake, and we have Tucker giving you a kiss, tonight.

And we have the reminder that we should always be thankful for what we have. For Being Outside, Letting Go, Thankful, and Tractors and Cows.

Because you know what? Even when it feels like we aren’t, we are thankful, somewhere on the inside. For life. For outside. For friendship. For playgrounds, and butterflies, and bees, and sand, and trucks, and this awesome, amazing, and full-of-wonder, colorful life.

Oh and cake. Check them out here.

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