If I were a more disciplined person, I'd keep a gratitude journal. And if that journal did exist, today's entry (like so many unwritten others) would focus on the blessing that is my daughter. Just look what Izzy was busy putting together this a.m. while she insisted I stay out of the kitchen.
That's coffee, bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and her highly successful experiment: banana-cinnamon buttermilk pancakes. (Totally planning to crib that one.)
This past week marked our 11th homecoming day.* While we celebrated the milestone on Monday, today I am once again reminded of just how lucky I am that this wonderful child was sent my way.
* On January 23, 2002, Izzy and I traveled home together from Guatemala.