Day 8: Another best thing

In an effort to remind myself that we’re not in Job anymore, I’m going to make Sundays the day I post about a best thing.  So here’s today’s best thing:

Sometimes I just lie in bed and think about the deliciousness of life.  My life is mine, and I have tremendously wonderful people to share it with.  It is not fancy or overly exciting, but it is mine, and sometimes it feels like such a luxury. 

Thanksgiving was weird this year.  Holidays kind of just are. I think they probably would be any way because kids grow up (as they should) and parents die (as we all must), but our weirdness is exacerbated by the fact that our family looks different.  Our table was small this year, but each person there was there because they loved the other people there.  Every person chose to be there because they wanted to be there.  It was, as Queen Brené would say, awkward, brave, and kind. 

Over the course of the weekend, I visited other people who love me and chose me and remind me that I am worth choosing.  We wrapped whoever was around – families and friends – into the everyday ness of life for a bit.  We are at the point where it all just kind of blends into one big family.  Steadfast is okay.  I am safe.  I nestle in.

I am overwhelmed that I get this table, these people, this life.

This life is one I am making for myself.  I have tremendously wonderful people to share it with.  Sometimes it feels like such a luxury. Sometimes I bask. 

Basking is a long damn way from Job.  And that is a best thing.