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The week (or two) in (Insta)review

Gathered, on my dresser. And trying to remember to see my everyday things with new eyes.

Counting my blessings

 

First-ever time stepping into an Anthropologie store. Woah.

Counting my blessings

 

Somewhere the line between outdoor-only barn cat and lounge-on-the-bed cat got very blurry.

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Choring elf.

Counting my blessings

 

Not where I expected to be Friday morning. (Nor did I expect that elf up there to break my glasses. All in the same delightful morning.)

Counting my blessings

 

Little. Big.

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Tea. For three.

Counting my blessings

 

The drive home never ceases to amaze.

Counting my blessings

 

Another day, another barn cat.

Counting my blessings

 

Combining is done. Fields are bare.

Counting my blessings

 

(Sunday). Saying goodbye to my grown-up girl for the rest of the week. She's off to my mom's, starting her Thanksgiving break early. (homeschool perk #432). We'll reunite tomorrow. Yay! (And me in the glasses I don't like. See above.)

Counting my blessings

 

Tucked in for the night. 

Counting my blessings

When life gets busy and full and the todo lists long, I often forget to count my blessings. While life continues to throw us curve balls and reasons to worry, really now. Truly, my cup overflows. I am blessed beyond measure and even in the hard times, there are still too many blessings to count, if I'll simply take a moment to record them in my mind and heart. 

Wishing you and your family a warm, blessed and full Thanksgiving. Thank you, my friends, for being one of the things that helps to make my cup overflow. 

Gathered, on my dresser. And trying to remember to see my everyday things with new eyes.

Counting my blessings

 

First-ever time stepping into an Anthropologie store. Woah.

Counting my blessings

 

Somewhere the line between outdoor-only barn cat and lounge-on-the-bed cat got very blurry.

photo (12)

 

Choring elf.

Counting my blessings

 

Not where I expected to be Friday morning. (Nor did I expect that elf up there to break my glasses. All in the same delightful morning.)

Counting my blessings

 

Little. Big.

photo (11)

 

Tea. For three.

Counting my blessings

 

The drive home never ceases to amaze.

Counting my blessings

 

Another day, another barn cat.

Counting my blessings

 

Combining is done. Fields are bare.

Counting my blessings

 

(Sunday). Saying goodbye to my grown-up girl for the rest of the week. She's off to my mom's, starting her Thanksgiving break early. (homeschool perk #432). We'll reunite tomorrow. Yay! (And me in the glasses I don't like. See above.)

Counting my blessings

 

Tucked in for the night. 

Counting my blessings

When life gets busy and full and the todo lists long, I often forget to count my blessings. While life continues to throw us curve balls and reasons to worry, really now. Truly, my cup overflows. I am blessed beyond measure and even in the hard times, there are still too many blessings to count, if I'll simply take a moment to record them in my mind and heart. 

Wishing you and your family a warm, blessed and full Thanksgiving. Thank you, my friends, for being one of the things that helps to make my cup overflow. 

7 comments on “The week (or two) in (Insta)review”

  1. Thanks for your good reminders. By the way, I’ve been reading your blog for a while and just now noticed while looking at your pictures that you look a bit familiar. Did you happen to go to Wheaton College? If you don’t feel comfortable replying to my question it’s fine, but I couldn’t help asking.

  2. I couldn’t help laughing about the glasses (being broken, not the wearing of the ones you don’t like). I had exactly this experience a couple of months ago – and a very expensive one it was too. Almost happened again this morning too – luckily I woke just as they were getting bent, but before they snapped….

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