A Front Row Seat

We took care of our favorite two year-old, Sydney, on Sunday. Our whole family delights in having her at our house. She is observant, talkative, smart, loves to be outside and keeps us smiling. On Sunday we did a variety of things with her. Nothing fancy or out of the ordinary. We went for a walk. We spent some time with a neighbor's puppy, cat and rabbit. She played on the swing, colored and spent some time blowing and chasing bubbles. One of her favorite places in our home is on the landing as we go upstairs from our living room. There is a window there. The weather here has been so beautiful, we have kept the window open, welcoming the breeze. She loves to kneel there, arms on the window sill, looking out, watching intensely. She excitedly gasps every time she makes a new discovery. Her eyes get wide, her eyebrows go up and she whispers her new found revelation. On Sunday it was birds. Every bird she saw and every bird she heard was met with an enthusiastic welcome. On our walk it was the same. As adults, we take note of the flowers as we walk by. She kneels down, staring eyeball to petal and lovingly says, "flower, orange." (These did happen to be orange flowers!)  I told Jenna, "She has a front row seat to life!"

Ever since I said it, I have had that phrase in my mind. This week, I have the opportunity to have a front row seat of my own!   I once again, have the incredible opportunity to take a tour to Nova Scotia. As the Tour Director, I really do get to sit in the front seat of a beautiful tour bus. We (myself and 27 other people) will travel across the Eastern United States, stopping at Niagra Falls and venturing on up to Ellsworth, Maine, where we will take a ferry across to Nova Scotia. We will tour the gorgeous countryside, eventually going to Prince Edward Island (thus far, one of my favorite places in the world!) , New Brunswick and across Canada, through Quebec and Toronto and re-entering the United States in Michigan. I have taken the tour twice before. That has done nothing to diminish my excitement of going again this time. If anything, I am more excited, KNOWING what I get to see. I can't wait to visit the Prince Edward Island Preserve Company, where they have incredible flavors of delicious jams, along with beautiful fine bone china tea cups and beautiful accessories for any home. In Quebec, we travel a quaint back road, stopping at what looks like a simple brick home. It has been there since the early 1800's. Inside, hot freshly baked bread from brick ovens is served with maple butter. The experience is incredible!  Okay, well I just realized the two examples I just gave you happen to involve food. Quite honestly, the sights and scenery we get to see throughout the entire 18 days can easily take my breath away too. I could gasp like Sydney does, open my eyes wide and raise my eyebrows. There is just so much to see and experience.

Tomorrow, I will board the bus for another awesome adventure. For the next 18 days, I will add to my list of abundance. Though I won't be at work, I plan to do a few more posts than usual on my blog. There is so much to see when we look with new eyes.  Thank you, Sydney, for being my inspiration!

I encourage you to take a front row seat to life this week!  Until next time, have fun keeping track of your Abundant Blessings!


About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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1 Response to A Front Row Seat

  1. Laurie W. says:

    Have fun and travel safe!!

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