Miracles and Gratitude Day 8


I’m a sappy mess when I leave my parent’s house. I’ve always been. I’ve cried nearly every time I’ve left their house for, well, most of my life. Wayyyyyy before my momma passed.

For years, they’d stand in the doorway or on the porch, waving and watching as I pulled away and I cried for miles.

This afternoon, my son and I will start making our way south and east. It’s 8 hours up here to my dad’s. We’re going to split the trip and stay overnight half way. Then, home tomorrow for bowling.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my home, too. I don’t mind going home, even. It’s just the leaving here that starts the waterworks.

If you’ve lost one parent, you may understand this need to want to see and be with the other one. It’s such a gift to be here. I thought I’d have my momma 20 more years. As they say, ‘time is not promised.’

For my miracles and gratitude today, I’m going to share my momma’s flowers. She LOVED flowers. All kinds- wildflowers, roses, irises, morning glories, and more.

Miracles and Gratitude Day 8:

flowers in my parent’s yard
my momma’s zinnias
our roses
mom’s yellow rose
our zinnias

I’m grateful for these past few days. There’s miracles all around.

Feel free to share your gratitude and miracles if you’d like. What I’m beginning to see is, the more days I do this, the more miracles show up.

Hope you have a great day.


21 thoughts on “Miracles and Gratitude Day 8

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  2. Jessica – I am really behind here in Reader, so please excuse me. I like the line that ‘time is not promised’ because both of us lost our moms suddenly – that makes it even worse. In my case, I did not have a remaining parent, so we differ there. I can remember my mom and I going to visit my grandmother and pulling away, early on a Sunday morning, to make our four-hour, 240-mile trip home, Nanny would be standing on the porch, her flannel nightgown peeking out below a warm winter coat. She’d have her scuffs on, hairnet on and waving goodbye. Always difficult to say goodbye as you never know if it will be the last time.

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    • Oh my gosh, yes!! It also always reminds me of going to kindergarten- having to go to a new place, with parents cheering on, but wanting to run back to them and not go. I love your memory of your Nanny. Thank you for sharing that with me. You’re right. We both lost our moms so quickly. I think that created an instant bond here. Thank you for commenting.

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  3. My favorite flower is a yellow rose. But those zinnias are really pretty, too. Flowers are really miracles, aren’t they? I love that orange color. How nice to spend time with your dad! Safe travels, and good luck bowling!

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    • Hi. I thought you’d like the yellow rose. It was so pretty sitting there. The zinnias are very ‘expressive.’ Some in different stages- like petals losing colors and things. So beautiful. I agree about flowers and miracles. Tiny seeds to stunning colors. Thank you- we made it a little more than half way. Will finish the rest in the morning. Thank you- hopefully bowling will go great.

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