EXPERIENCING THE GIFT OF RECEIVING LOVE ...

EXPERIENCING THE GIFT OF RECEIVING LOVE ...

Penned on Sunday, posted today—

Sooo—here we are, getting ready to cheer the Seahawks onto victory—and though while quarantining, we can’t watch, side by side, in the same living room with our dear friends from Seattle, who winter in Phoenix, each year, our spirits are cheering along with theirs, today.

I didn’t feel well, over the weekend—actually exhausted from having done too much over several days that had passed before—which, during normal times, would have amounted to next to nothing but proved too robust for my low energy level to quickly recoup.  In fact, Saturday felt like my worst hangover ever banging non stop against my brain —as if this teetotaler has had lots of experience regaining control over that—NOT!

Along with brain banging, my eyelids felt at half mast, on Saturday, while Steven and Ravi lunched on our patio; even so, our grand daughter’s animated chattiness saw my cheeks aching from smiling until she and her Daddy, an inseparable pair, left for home while I hit the bed, sleeping through the first half of the Cardinal game, followed by wishing I’d slept through the second half, as well.  Only good part was Zooming throughout the game with our sons and 6 year old Ravi, whose self assured antics seem to convey her surety that football is causing a nuisance in the background since our family is zooming specifically to play with her—so cute!  lol!  Yesterday, she remained involved with us for the entire three hours (upon awakening from my nap, hearing her sweet voice from my bed is probably all the encouragement I’d needed to get myself into the living room.)☺️

After the game, we enjoyed FT with Barry’s family, and I think our boys (Ray 9&Tony 10) loved seeing Gramma Annie wearing the cheetah pj’s, slippers and robe they chose as my Chanukah present while Papa’s feet felt cozy in the slippers they chose for him.

The blush highlighting Ray’s cheeks with pleasure each time his glance caught the necklace he chose for me around my neck was heartwarming to see.

Thank goodness for the innocent spirits of loving children, which inspire our spirits’ smiles to overcome trying times that could otherwise feel overwhelming.

Thank goodness for Andi’s pumpkin bread, taffy apples and mochas.  My sister, Sharon’s selection of our favorite Fannie Mae candies and our dear friend, Shainie’s, delicious chicken soup and light as air matzoh balls, which hit the spot for dinner, last night, after which we polished off the last crumbs of her yummy apple cake, as well.  Three heartfelt offerings of the many, which continue to ring our front door bell, week after week ... Thank you, everyone for your gifts of love, which mean more to us than words can convey. 

The fact that loving family and treasured friends continue to nourish our spirits after more than a year of illness continues to lift our spirits with depths of appreciation for our loved ones, no doubt about that—and now, considering so many darkened aspects of life that see our nation (and the world at large) having need to push past congressmen whose passive aggressive silence runs interference with our advancement through the tunnel so as to gain sight of the light beckoning us to not give up the good fight, let’s gauge our focus upon re-igniting communal hope for change for the better as the New Year leaves 2020 behind on the historical time line while each day goes by until 2021, awaiting your arrival and mine, shines the light at the end of the tunnel of darkness upon the endurance of democratic principles throughout the USA, which empowered our election of Biden to eclipse trump’s corrupt administration, at long last...🙋🏻‍♀️Annie