I’m sitting in one of my favorite places this morning: the window seat at Cafe Brasil on Roswell Road. I have in front of me a cup of coffee and milk (more milk than the strong, strong Brazilian coffee that takes me back to the days of my youth. Hahahaha); and a plate of a few slices of ham and Swiss cheese, a slice of farmer’s cheese with guava paste, pineapple, papaya, and scrambled eggs with hotdog sauce (tomato sauce and sliced hot dogs).
Today, I am thankful.
I’m thankful for Brasil
I grew up walking to the corner bakery with my dad every morning and having slumber parties at the college aged’s houses from our church, waking up to traditional Brazilian breakfasts of bread, cheese and meat, coffee, avocado smoothies and FRESH orange juice; in my home town of Belo Horizonte, Brasil. Brazilian food is nourishment to my soul when stress and life overwhelm. Join me sometime at the little cafe! The more the merrier!
I am thankful for good friends
I have a best friend whom I met in the seventh grade, and another dear friend I became close to in junior high and high school. I’m able to keep ongoing texts conversations with them even though we are separated by distance. And my bestie and I get together once a month to start right back up where we left off the last time. I can call either of them any time and talking to them feels like coming home.
I am thankful for my sisters
We have an ongoing group text that sometimes will blow up our phones at inopportune times, or make us laugh when laughter is not appropriate for the circumstance in which we find ourselves when we catch a glance of the text that’s just come in, out of the corner of our eyes. We send each other pictures of our good hair days, our good makeup days, and we send the little one pictures of ET, and ET memes and quotes. We have lots of fun being sisters.
She is two and she is hilarious. She’s also sweet, inviting, welcoming and excitedly narrates all of her little life for any who will listen. She once asked my sister to call me on their way home so she could tell me all about her orange car that she got in the treasure box at the dentist’s office.
I’m thankful for my parents
I can call my mom just to say that I think sage tastes like dirt, and I can call my dad and ask if he thinks space dinosaurs could be a thing… And we have actual, real conversations about these things. They always make time for me, if not right away, at some point later in the day, and they are great.
I am thankful for my church
We’re a fun bunch of people committed to serving the needs of the isolated elderly. The pastor and I got invited to introduce ourselves and our ministries to the Medlock Neighborhood Association at their quarterly meeting last Monday. Good things are definitely in store.
I am thankful for yarn
I used to crochet like it was going out of style. I got out of the habit, but recently, my friend Sarah introduced me to loom knitting. I’m working on a loom project now, but last night Sarah and I went to Michael’s and I came away with some soft yarn and a crochet hook. As I crocheted last night until I got tired enough to fall asleep, I remembered why I loved doing that so much back in the day. It’s the most relaxing thing to me. To feel the soft, plush yarn with my hands and watch the piece grow as my fingers loop and pull yarn through a hook. Simple joys.
Check out my friend Leanna’s thankful list here:
and be sure to comment with what you are thankful for this week!