November is celebrated as the month of thanks, and I would be remiss if I did not stop for a few beats and tell you that I am thankful for the life our family has found in this tiny, oh so tiny, corner of the world.
I love that from any where in my house I can peek out the windows and see the warm lights of Grandma and Grandy's house. It is a rare and profound gift doing life literally next door to your parents.
I appreciate that I know every single one of our neighbors, all three hundred of them!
Our budget is very pleased that the minivan stays parked six days a week, while our legs and Grandy's four-wheeler, do the rest of the transporting.
I think it is incredibly quaint that French Camp houses a hardware store and a bakery within walking distance of my house.
I cannot get over the number of deep breaths that I get to take over the course of a single day.
I'm happy that the Mayor and his wife serve ice cream treats on their front porch.
After spending numerous hours waiting in line at post offices in the big city, I am a big fan of the "no waiting in line" post office system we have going here. Even if I have showed up a half a dozen times when it was closed because I could not remember the specific hours they are opened. M-F 12-4? Saturday 10-1, but only if it is a full moon and nobody happens to be on lunch.
I giggle when it is pizza night and I ride the four wheeler up to Leonard's and appropriately strap my pizzas to the front rack with a bungee cord. Classic.
One of the many reasons we wanted to come back to Mississippi was because we felt so at peace with the pace of life here. Three months later, the pace is as deliberate as I remember it being. We have slowed down significantly and intentionally.
I think it's so sweet that my girls are escorted everyday to school by their Grandy.
Having not grown up in a football school, I get a bit giddy on Thursday nights when all six of us our digging out our "panther nation" tshirts to sport on Friday. Friday night lights. It's the real deal. So real in fact we will be making a six hour round trip tomorrow night to watch our boys in blue play in the playoffs. Just call us Eric and Tami Taylor.
My heart skips a beat every time the church bells chime, "Nearer My God to Thee, Be Thou My Vision, How Great Thou Art". Nostalgic.
I am thankful for Lake Anne. It never gets old. Canoeing or fishing on it; four wheeling or hiking around it. Or just sitting on her banks breathing in those deep breaths. Perfect for the soul.
I am so glad that my son asked to go 'muddin' the other day and he actually knew what it meant.
The front porch swing has become a quiet and special meeting place with Grandma; precious.
Camo has an increasing presence in our home these days, and I am ok with that!
I am deeply blessed by long coffee dates.
It is not lost on me, everyday since moving here, little people have showed up to play with my kids.
I am grateful to see the stars again....clearly, and LOTS of them!
I rely on the guarantee that while traveling to and from the grocery store in "the big town", I have a carved out time to talk to friends and family.
I look forward to the silence and serenity of circling our small town in the wee hours of the morning, before the hustle and bustle of life fills our one fine place.
And one of the richest thoughts I am extremely thankful for, during this the month of thankfulness; is that when I close my eyes tightly, breathe in the Mississippi air, I can see my family growing up here, I can see our family goals being achieved here, I know my hair can turn gray here with my love at my side, and I know I am right where I am suppose to be!
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