- My Grandpa making it through a week of a health scare and successfully coming through surgery. He's a tough cookie, even for an 89 year old.
- My mom, on that note, for her patience, compassion and caregiving. And for just being her. I like her.
- My husband, for numerous reasons, this week. First, he's been a great advocate and resource for my mom with all his knowledge and help. Second, I mentioned once that I was stressed about getting everything done this week before we left for Utah and came home the next day to a clean house, 2 loads of a laundry and empty dishwasher and I think he even refilled the Crystal Light pitcher. Listen, men, housework trumps jewelery, flowers and Build-A-Bears any day. (And really, the Build-A-Bears are creepy.)
- VACATION. Nothing like having working for 2 weeks and taking another week off right? But the snowy peaks of Park City call to us, and off we go. I'm also grateful for a week with the 4-C's. And Cafe Rio.
- Dreaming in Spanish. I know this sounds weird, but it made me happy that my subconscious reminded me I still could still speak and comprehend Spanish, since I don't have a chance to use it "in real life." I also dreamt about being back in Sevilla, and that's a wish list for a whole other day.
- Learning. I went to a talk given by a MD/MPH from Hopkins on a weight loss trial they just finished up and I remembered how much I love learning/being in a class. Not that "back to school" is on my list... but perhaps more conferences in 2010?
- The hint of warmer weather around the corner. (Which we are of course leaving behind.)
- The hint of progression from the Budster... baby steps. It's been a really good week for him. (And for us, consequently.)
- A new potential client I am super-excited about. She is adorable.
- My sister
- The puffiness of my prednisone-face has finally subsided. I look in the mirror and see *me* again and I'm grateful for that. Even though, at the time, I was also grateful for prednisone.
- Getting to see Jen + Ryan at Christmas. Seattle is too far. Come home, guys.
- Letting go of a completely arbitrary expectation I set for myself, and the relief that followed.
- Mastering risotto. Finally.
- Passion for my job. It feels good to like what you do each day.
- Library books
- Learning how to make homemade sushi
- Going to bed early
- My new food processor, Christmas gift from my hubby
- Heather, my meditation cheerleader. I tell her I fell asleep, she tells me there's no such thing as bad meditation.
- The samples that come with a Sephora order (really - it's the little things.)
- 1 month of health. (Ok, and also, the big things.)
Is it mutual, Cuisinart? Do you love me as much as I love you?
Please say yes.
Please say yes.