Forever Beloved

Today I am thankful for a road trip with this cutie. Time away reconnecting with him is one of my favorite things. I’m sure there will be lots of laughter, holding hands, loud singing and yummy food. I’ll put my feet on the dash, and he’ll cut his eyes at me. I’ll say “do you remember” and he’ll say “Amy, I don’t even remember what I ate yesterday”. I’ll browse Instagram while he drives (because let’s all face it, I’m really geographically challenged). Time together is always, always my favorite.

Today I am thankful for books. Books may seem like a slightly weird thing to be thankful for if you aren’t a book lover. But if you are one, you totally get it. I’ve been in love with reading for as long as I can remember. I am so so super thankful for a Mama who encouraged me to read. Growing up, every night my Mama and I would shut the TV off early (some nights at 8 pm) and go to our beds and read. Some of my favorite memories are snowy Sunday afternoons. After church and after the dinner dishes were cleaned up, we would each find our own spot in the living room to curl up under a blanket to read. I would be in my chair and she would be in hers. I didn’t want to play video games, or spend hours of my life watching TV; I just wanted to get lost in a book.  And I love the smell of a freshly cracked open book.

Books have been a major part of my growing process as a Christian, wife, mother, friend and adult. I absolutely love reading and, during that book, realizing more about myself.

But it’s more than that, there is a connection between words and I. My Mama says it’s because I’m wordy 🙂 It’s one of the reasons I enjoy blogging. And I feel completely blessed that part of that blogging is doing book reviews.

Today I am thankful for my little Small Town, USA. I adore this town…it’s my heart, it’s where I’m rooted, it’s where I grew up, it’s where I’ve made tons of memories and now it’s where I make memories with my family. It may take us forever to get to a store, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can walk next door to my Mama’s and across the road to my Aunt’s. I can let my chickens run through the yard, which they love (except when my naughty hens are roosting on my Mama’s back porch railing). I can sit on my porch and watch Amish buggies drive past. Every person in town knows everyone, and every person from towns around knows my sweet Dad. There isn’t a single other place I would rather live ♥