November: Tina’s Me-So-Happy Gratitude List

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Well, hello there friend! [insert suffocating hug + confetti + sparklers]

I’m so glad you found this page. If you’re curious about this ridiculously named awesome list and want to learn more about my little joy experiment read this.

Today “Me-So-Happy” about:

    1. A fiancé who shows up for me + labours with me + reassures me + ogles me (sans makeup) + loves me.

    1. Fruit on skewers for breakfast
    2. Unexpected generous gift of two free tickets to the theatre from an acquaintance
    3. Brilliant fatherly men who give great hugs and preach “the gospel of story.”
    4. Meeting Eden’s dad at a networking event.
    5. Friends who spend their precious evenings mentoring us. #premaritalcounseling
    6. A sister who bakes Strawberry Chocolate Rolls with Sour Cream Glaze (recipe via Foodess)
    7. Baskets full of rain-drenched apples from our backyard
    8. Sister’s autumn-inspired hearty yam soup
    9. Dinner with my little brother (even if he sits mostly in silence)

    1. Wedding invitations that look and *feel* like us
    2. Talented friend who make dreams (rambling, vague briefs) a reality
    3. My mom–sweeping the kitchen or concocting yummies–her mere presence is comforting
    4. Dad’s return to Canada after an emotional trip to India to grieve the passing of his mother, my Ammachi
    5. Slow shalom percolating in my soul after Ammachi’s passing

    1. “Welcome back dad” family dinner: rice, thai halibut curry and roasted broccoli
    2. Mom’s super-healthy spicy Indian inspired tomato soup for lunch
    3. Sister’s not-so-healthy maddeningly delicious Swedish Cinnamon Cardamom Buns (https://bit.ly/V6oIiH)
    4. The realization that my fiancé *finally* lives in the same city #nomorelongdistance #yeahbaby
    5. Lifegroup tonight with Josh + Destiny
    6. Answer to little Telah’s prayer: beautiful sunshine
    7. Clean clothes that still smell a little like sudsy goodness
    8. A toasty car–felt crummy for the folks huddled under bus stops this morning
    9. Lunch date with one of my favourite girls

    1. Late night working beside my beloved
    2. Love poem no. 3
    3. A gf who walks the walk
    4. Cologne #lordhavemercy
    5. Shrinking to-do Lists
    6. Minty fresh breath
    7. An exuberant text from a happy client

    1. Long overdue phone call from a dear friend
    2. Pumpkin chai misto with gfs from DAVIDsTEA
    3. Meaty conversation about: women in science, Bill Gates, Nehemiah and changing the world
    4. Homemade yogurt + berry moshpit (blue+black+straw+rasp)
    5. Tylenol extra strength #meloveyoulongtime
    6. The gift of 7 hrs of sleep courtesy gracious editor and friend: Idelette (Avg. this week: 3 hrs/night) #badtina
    7. Rib-crushing “i’ve-missed-you-hugs”
    8. This friday playlist #whistlewhileyouwork
    9. The gift of carrying “River” in my arms–my friend’s winsome first-born
    10. Bonus: the surprising ease with which Kupa (fiancé) carried River
    11. Dinner at Five Doors Down with Kupa’s brother: chilly walk on the pier + grainy iPhone picture of a dramatic sky + weak attempts at warming up my numb hands in Kupa’s puffy jacket pocket + sharing life lessons over coconuty mussels, freshly shucked oysters, flatbread and wine + (salty) creme brulee debacle + Parenthood marathon #spoiledrotten

    1. Wedding planning night and delicious dinner with our pals. Dinner: yam and coconut soup garnished with mint + chicken, quinoa, pistachio, blueberry salad + cheesecake brownies #swoon #wehavethebestfriends
    2. Cozy Sunday lunch watching football at my sister’s: tomato soup + white cheddar apple grilled cheese sandwiches + strawberry almond cake. #epicfoodcoma
    3. Long overdue sister-chat (read: vent session) post-lunch, while folding fresh laundry (sis) and sipping on tea (me). #unclench #exhale
    4. Poems that make my: heart pound and knees buckle

Thanks ~W. S. Merwin

Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow for the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions.

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
looking up from tables we are saying thank you
in a culture up to its chin in shame
living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you
over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the back door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is

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So, my scrumptious blueberries, I’d love for  you to join me in creating a “Me-So-Happy” gratitude list of your own in November. (Here on SheLoves we are leaning into the theme of #Feast.)  I am going to keep adding to this page for the rest of the month, so join me and link up your blog. #doitdoit #peerpressure 



I’m going to keep adding to this page for the rest of the month!

  • What is on your gratitude list?
  • How do you find your joy?

Love you more than Blueberry Brie Galette,

xoxo,
Teen

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Tina Francis
My name is Tina. Loved ones call me: Teen. Words are my chocolate. Music, my caramel. Photography, my bread. Girlfriends, my butter. Confession: Some girls dream about Manolo Blahniks or their next Hermes bag. Not me. I dream of freshly baked bread, perfectly barbecued meat & steaming bowls of Pho. My dream lover *cue Mariah Carey song* is someone who would read out a menu to me in Barry White’s baritone voice. I celebrate food, ask for help, interrupt conversations, laugh and cry hard, acknowledge the elephant in most rooms, fight for the underdog and believe in the power of storytelling. I was born and raised in Dubai and currently live in the beautiful city of Vancouver, known for some of the best sushi in the world.
Tina Francis
Tina Francis