“Hope you don’t feel like I think you’re doing nothing. You’re doing important work.”

Exactly what I needed to hear today.

I find myself with conscious gratitude surfacing more and more as bed rest continues. Is it the slowing down that allows room for it to grow? Is it the perspective shift front and center bringing gratitude into focus more clearly?

I’m grateful for mother daughter strawberry picnics on blankets with airplanes flying overhead.

I’m thankful for an over-extended partner extending himself even further to keep us all going, garden included.

I’m grateful for our small village who wash dishes or do “splash splash” (bath time) or just sit and talk politics and nonsense with me.

I’m grateful for fresh muffins made while I sleep in and for the financial ability to stomach a pretty decent property tax hike.

I’m grateful for “smoo” (smooth) and “buhpee” (bumpy) pebbles, and the daughter that carries them to my pillow and blanket fort to tell me about them.

And I’m grateful that for another day, our little Blueberry is still growing safe and sound in my belly.