what I ate for breakfast today.
Leftover corned beef hash with a fresh over easy egg.
and coffee of course.
Today was a domestic kinda day.
The kind of day in which I washed, folded and put away several loads of laundry (no different from any other day), cleaned the hardwood floors (very different from 364 days of the year), whipped up a potato gratin, tried my hand at making almond milk (a blog post for another day), washed dishes, sorted piles and the such.
You know the domestically inclined things but the entire time I was thinking about my grandmothers (the God given and married into kind) and how the women of that generation knew how to take care of the home. To truly take care of the home.
As I was peeling potatoes I wondered how many pounds of 'taters my Grandma peeled, how many gardens she planted, how many eggs she collected from her chickens, how many times she did she tell her children to brush their teeth before school, how many times a week did she mop her floors. You see I come from good folk...grandmothers who undoubtedly worked hard.
As I was thinking this I thought about my grandmother today, in her mid 90's, likely she spent her day sitting in her recliner by the window with her large print bible and magnifying glass, dozing in and out of sleep. I thought about my husband's grandma (also in her mid 90's), lying in hospital bed recovering from a stroke. I thought about their long, hard and blessed lives they are living.
I silently thanked God for these amazing women.
For a moment I was aware of how easy my life really is.
sadly, i seem to be unable to put into words what my heart wants to say. bear with my bumblings. please