Sparkling Buckets of Daughter Joy - 1000 gifts cont...

Gratitude sometimes has to be wrung almost desperately out of the soggy rag that I use some days to mop up the puddle in the bottom of my boat.

Today has been no exception. With my fellow sailor away for the week in Asia, I awoke to the slaughterfield of three cats versus one bird. It was not a pretty sight, feathers are the least of it. I shall not divulge more horror than that, other than to say, it was a close call to swooning with the sheer outrage that these cats deliver me gross offerings everytime Greg goes away. In my gagging, rubber gloved, vacuum-wielding frenzy, I resolved to become a cat-free family. To add insult to injury, Mishal had previously unwittingly headbutted me powerfully in the face while I lay unsuspecting in bed. I felt the crunch of my cartilage and my feet kicked involunarily while I cradled my face, spurting blood and sobbing with the pain. No harm was really done, other than to my white duvet cover and a mulitude of wet facecloths that my terrified children brought to me. It is tempting to crawl into a cabin of pity but instead I will wring each drop of jaw-dropping thankfulness out of the swill that wants to capsize me and allow myself to be emptied and dried out in the Sonshine.

66. For her birthday we took Mish to the aquarium. Besides being terrified of the penguins, she had a wonderful time watching the fish. I am thankful for those smooth gliding forms of the underworld - for Creation and the creatures of the oceans.

67. For Barney and the inspiration that made me melt. She lovingly danced with each of the inflatable penguins in this box and sang loudly to all of them "I love you, you love me, we a 'appy family". She ended each song with a wet kiss to the end of each beak.

68. For the feeling I get in my tummy when I looked back and saw her walking, looking up at her daddy. For great dads.

69. We then moved to the beach. For toes, sand and sun.

70. For the smile I got when she realised how small she actually is after all.

71. For the arms of another, bigger and stronger to cradle us when the waves crash over our feet and threaten to wet our hemlines.

72. For holding on.

73. For J O Y. This little girl has it in buckets, she reflects it but just doesn't know it. Her smile is often lost but my gratitude is there for the way she is sensitive in her acknowledgement of disappointment and delight.

74. For walking as guardian parents, one either side of this dear treasure of our own little family.

75. For the three mini ladies gifted to us, each gifted with such passion and sparkle for life.

76. For the promise of going happy places.

76. For humour; I can still hear their shouts of laughter as they children. Long may it last, for it paints gold onto the heart of a mother. Kenzie is impish and gurgles with happiness when she is allowed to frolic - approaching the teen years but embraces young fun with readiness. For that I am grateful.

77. For sisterly love. Loud, obnoxious and violent at times but when the time is right, rich in easy companionship.

78. For a world of possibilites awaiting the dip of a silver oar; a response to the notion that the wind is actually meant to be tugging on your skirt and your hair. For living brightly under a sky that is never-ending with opportunity. In that light and that of love, I am profoundly ashamed of my petty niggles today. I have flung my sail high and am hearing the tide, feeling the lurch of the boards at my feet, and responding to the inner call to live big today.

Gail  – (September 21, 2009 at 4:04 PM)  

Wonderful, wonderful things (again) Amy. Am both envious (in a good way) of your photographs and way with words (again!)

Yes, let's do coffee (or green tea? not quite the same ring). Not a noticeable difference yet though.... looser around the belt and that's about it! And in weird places in my jeans. :)

sarah haliwell  – (September 21, 2009 at 9:22 PM)  

What beautiful photographs. You are so eloquent, like glass washed up from the sea, or a sunbeam in the morning, it is calming and inspiring to read your words, see through your lens.

Heather  – (September 21, 2009 at 10:08 PM)  

Beautiful photos, beautiful words, beautiful sentiments expressed. Thank you for sharing them all this morning... what a blessing!

Caseybumpinalong  – (September 22, 2009 at 12:00 AM)  

Amazing, beautiful pictures and words. You are an inspiration.  – (September 22, 2009 at 12:41 AM)  

Your words are simply moving. Your photography - Beautiful.

Kjersten  – (September 22, 2009 at 2:31 AM)  

What an inspirational list. Truly and sparkling bucket of joy.

shepherdsgrace  – (September 22, 2009 at 3:03 AM)  

beautiful...your little women...beautiful...

I have four myself, so glow with you...


deb  – (September 22, 2009 at 4:30 AM)  

This was just so glorious, so warming and tender and bubbling.
Thank you for sharing your talent, your family, your heart.

Maria  – (September 22, 2009 at 8:25 AM)  

A hard start ... then a soft landing through your gratitudes...
Glad your difficult cats and bloody nose gave way to beautiful family moments together ~ Maria

Jane Anne  – (September 22, 2009 at 11:56 AM)  

Such a beautiful post! I hoped over from Holy Experience and I enjoyed looking at your pictures and thinking thankful thoughts as I read along.

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