After everyone else has gone to bed, I enjoy an uninterrupted moment by the fire. The house is quiet except for the soft click of the coo coo clock and the crackling of the fire. This is the time where I daydream and remember all that I am thankful for.
I imagine my spring garden and dream of flowers. I am thankful to enjoy them another year. I can hardly dig in the garden and not think of my mother who loved plants. Growing up I remember that she always had house plants wherever we lived. I used to admire how much of a green thumb she had.
Here by the fire I dream of days to come with my own family and wonder what they will remember. I hope it is happy memories of games we played, stories we told, and love that we shared. I cherish these moments because it causes me to slow down and to be grateful about life as I sit here by the fire.
