raise a glass to turnings of the season

So raise a glass to turnings of the season

And watch it as it arcs towards the sun

And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason

And your labors will be born when all is done

Let the yoke fall from our shoulders

Don't carry it all, don't carry it all

We are all our hands and holders

Beneath this bold and brilliant sun

- "don't carry it all," the decemberists

an ongoing record of God's goodness, #186 - 208

finding out that after a marathon year of surgeries and treatment and so much struggle, tiffany is cancer-free!

gathering (all ten of us!) for a weekend of celebration and skiing

replete with fireworks over the slopes

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james and dylan soaking in every minute with their grandparents, aunts, and uncles

meals provided and shared together.  it doesn't happen often enough, and we savored our time.

getting our tax refund and along with it, our first computer and ipod. yes, we realize it is 2011.  always late to the ball;)

i can tweet and facebook from a handheld device.  from my couch.  what?  we haven't even loaded music and i'm already smitten.

(jim is thankful for angry birds)

a speaker booked for our MOPS retreat and beginning preparations:)

a new (hardcore!) friend and early morning work-outs before the sunrise

time for me and God before the babes wake

tracing a trajectory of grace in my life

anticipating getting ShoutLaughLove: postcards from along the pilgrims' way back off the ground tuesdays this spring--and hearing more of your stories:)

snuggling up cozy and reading to my two tiny book lovers

that my 16 month old "reads" himself to sleep every naptime.  my heart.

and james actually slept through the night this weekend.  twice!

a trip into pittsburgh and reconnecting with beloved students and friends

baba ganoush in the city.  mmmm.

discovering my missing book beneath the couch and absorbing the grace of eucharisteo in one thousand gifts

the joy of melted snow--even if our yard and driveway (and basement) are under water;)

spring's hopeful promise of new life

daffodil leaves already reaching through soil for sky

trees tapped and the promise of maple syrup from our very backyard

 


what joys are cheering your heart on this last day of february?