March 1, 2026
Friends, guess what? We officially hit Day 91.
Yep, do the math—we are exactly one-quarter of the way through this whole “365 Days of Thanksliving” gig. Honestly, looking back over the last three months, I’ve figured something out: when you actually bother to intentionally look for things to be thankful for, they have a funny way of showing up absolutely everywhere.
Take today, for instance. Sunday morning was a win, IMHO. We had a wonderful worship service where most things clicked (except my tongue preceding my brain); where thereafter I had the privilege of meeting a great husband-and-wife couple who was visiting. While we were chatting, they ironically mentioned they were headed out to Mankato later and might check out Sam’s Club.
Fast forward a bit. We make the hour-long trek out to Katosota ourselves. And who do we literally bump into while navigating the concrete jungle of Sam’s? That exact same couple. Sure, they said they might go, but actually running into each other? Sereal! You just can’t script that kind of serendipity! It’s one thing to do the polite, Sunday-best handshake in the Narthex; it’s a whole different, hootenanny crossing paths in the warehouse aisles.
Now, the day has officially peaked, and we are in serious relaxation mode. My Sunday collar has been banished to the closet, and now I’m currently rock’n my weekend uniform—glorious, hipster sweatpants and a well-worn and torn sweatshirt.
And let me tell you, I am incredibly thankful for a forgiving elastic waistband tonight. I wish I could say I stuck to the Ketovore reset, but let’s be real. The wifey and I absolutely demolished a plate of sausage-stuffed ravioli with marinara sauce. It was the ultimate comfort food.
The boxer-bunch boys did their usual pathetic begging routine, praying to the canine heavens for a dropped noodle, but spoiler alert: they didn’t get to lick the bowls clean tonight. Tough break, boys.
Hitting this 91-day milestone feels pretty darn good. I’m thankful for a stellar Sunday, hilarious unexpected run-ins, and pasta that hits the spot. If the next 274 days are anything like the first 91, we’re in for a pretty incredible ride.
Thanks for sticking with me on the blog, and for tagging along on this journey.