shooting stars

Shooting stars interrupt the brilliance of the sparkling galaxies - and we, who are bundled up against the cool summer night and gathered close by the glowing embers - are awed into mono-syllabic exclamations of the meteor shower. With our necks tilted back and our eyes trained on the praire skies - we cannot help but gasp at the wonder of God's heaven-lit canvas.

And as I gaze upon the tens upon millions of stars in the sky, I am humbled that He knows my name and continues to light up my world with His blessings....

823. Celebrating my mom's birthday with Tuesday's with Morrie dinner theatre.
824. My husband and I laughing at our ignorance while shopping for my son's hockey equipment (to be fair, we are both basketball players).
825. Cash to pull us through to the next paycheque.
826. Adding another mark on our children's height chart.
827. Watching my son do his 'wiggle' dance to the music of Tim McGraw.
828. Hiding under blanket tents with my daughter.
829. Strong arms of my husband around my shoulders.
830. Dark clouds that backdrop late summer's colours.
831. Son who writes a 'P' for packing on our calendar - he was most excited for the weekend camping trip.
832. Borrowed books on how to plant my own garden next spring.
833. Fifteen foot wooden table set with the finest camping indulgences.
834. Welcoming hugs.
835. Breath-taking scenery to enjoy.

836. The sounds of children giggling as they adventure with their Lady Wanda and the Duke.
837. Frizzy, messed up, early morning hair on my little girl.

838. Great grandpa coming for a visit.
839. Picking wild saskatoons in the late August sun with my mother-in-law.
840. Hearing stories of chance meetings and life-time loves.
841. Sparklers in the hands of children on a dark August night.
842. Shooting stars across the Alberta night sky.
843. Soft words that capture the imagination of children.

844. Games of chess according to my daughter's rules.

845. Peanut butter, milk chocolate, marshmallow (with a dollap of raspberry jam) smores.
846. Hot tea on a cool night.
847. The sighs of my children as they sleep beside me in the tent.
848. Eagerness to pick some more strawberries.
849. My dog sleeping in the shade after a day of running.

850. Husband's smile.