Today I finished cleaning out my closet and went through my drawers. I threw out old undergarments and socks. I also found a stash of new socks I bought on sale years ago and a pajama set I’ve never worn; they are going to the charity thrift store along with some shirts and pants I no longer wear.
Today as I cleaned out my dresser, I continue to be grateful. And as I do every month, I made a list of twelve things I am grateful for.
For the past thirty months I have written the monthly feature “Twelve Things I’m Grateful for on the 12th.” Here is why: The Accident happened late on August 12th, 2013. Because of the remote location, they weren’t pronounced dead until 12:30 am August 13, 2013. The first ten months after The Accident I got very depressed starting around the tenth. Then, in July of 2014, I decided to choose gratitude. Instead of being depressed and bitter about my loss, I chose to be grateful for what I have. I wrote my first Twelve Things I’m Grateful for on the 12th. I’ve made a list of things I’m grateful for each month since then.
In the past couple of weeks I’ve cleaned out our attic, my desk, office shelves and filing cabinet, pots and pans, and Christmas decorations. As I clean out various areas of our home, I am grateful for what we have: a beautiful, warm and safe home. I am grateful for the dozens of memories we made with our children in this home.
I remember fondly the many parties, family dinners, game nights, and quiet times reading in front of the fireplace.
I loved homeschooling around the dining room table. And watching my children spread out throughout the house and property to do homework.
Five of our seven children completed high school while living here. They went off to college or careers and still come home for vacations and holidays.
Four of our seven learned to parallel park in this driveway.
I’ve lost count of the many evenings around a bonfire out back with friends making s’mores and sharing stories.
We’ve celebrated thirteen Christmases and many birthdays in this home.
Our children gathered here with us to mourn their brother’s death. We also mourned the loss of both grandfathers and one of their grandmothers since moving here.
We’ve had hard times here and some wonderful, joyous times as well. I am grateful for the many memories we’ve made here. These memories are what makes this house our home.
Ron and I are now empty-nesters who continue to welcome friends and family into our home. And you are ever in Wichita Falls, let us know. We’ll be glad to have you drop by for a meal and a chat.