Counting my blessings

I just HAVE to get something positive and happy on this blog before I'm going out of my mind and you get confirmation of the fact that I'm totally bonkers. So let me show you what my sister W gave me over the weekend. (She is the younger, thinner, more beautiful version of me!)

On Friday afternoon, she, my mom and I (me/I? Whatever - you know what I mean!) got together to buy some special yarn at a great knitting shop around the corner. She asked: "Pink or red?" with her hands behind her back, and since I'm feeling a bit more feminine than assertive these past few days, pink was the choice. And this was what she pulled from behind her back. Aren't they beautiful?


On Saturday afternoon our family got together at sister W's home to celebrate my brother's (C) birthday. He had it in June but this is the first time since then we got to see him. We had such a wonderful time. Maybe it's because I'm getting old(er), but every passing day I appreciate my family more. They all have their quirks and moods, but I definitely stood first in line the day families were handed out - they truly are the best!

After my brother opened his presents, we started laying the table for dinner, and there was this one lonely present - standing all on its own. I wanted to take it out to my brother, thinking that we forgot about it earlier, but W told me it was mine! Wow! Earlier that day, she and my mom went to the store to get some extra presents for C, and found these cups. She said she immediately thought of me, and bought them on the spot. Look how beautiful they are!



Its good to count one's blessings when you're down in the dumps - its a sure way to get a smile on your face and in your heart and before you know it, the dreary dumps are looking like a green pasture again. All my siblings are out of this world, but somehow W knew just how much I needed a pick-me-up, so she got me two in so many days. Sis, I've said so many times before, but once again: when I count my blessings, I count you twice!