There are no pictures today. There is no time to find my camera, download the pictures, and post them.
There are no pictures but there is a summer day. There are three blond boys tanned from the sun. There is a little baby growing and making it harder for me to get up and down the stairs. There is a loving husband who works for his family everyday without complaining. And there is love. The sacrificial kind of love that only comes because we have each other. It makes us all stronger.
Out of this loves comes my gratitude. Gratitude for the little things that make up my day.
A two year old who says NO.....to everything
Turkey sandwiches and cherries for dinner
Small kicks felt from our new baby
A messy car that has a strange rotten milk smell
A belly laugh at my husband
The stacks of clothes I step over to get to my bed
The cool June night air
Neighbors that share my cul de sac
Choclate chip cookies stolen out of my cookie jar
A baseball mit left on the counter after practice
The tapping of computer keys as three boys sleep soundly upstairs
A husband asleep on the couch
Out of this gratitude comes joy. Joy for even the things that aren't perfect..just the ordinary things that are a miracle in themselves.
There are no pictures but there is a summer day. There are three blond boys tanned from the sun. There is a little baby growing and making it harder for me to get up and down the stairs. There is a loving husband who works for his family everyday without complaining. And there is love. The sacrificial kind of love that only comes because we have each other. It makes us all stronger.
Out of this loves comes my gratitude. Gratitude for the little things that make up my day.
A two year old who says NO.....to everything
Turkey sandwiches and cherries for dinner
Small kicks felt from our new baby
A messy car that has a strange rotten milk smell
A belly laugh at my husband
The stacks of clothes I step over to get to my bed
The cool June night air
Neighbors that share my cul de sac
Choclate chip cookies stolen out of my cookie jar
A baseball mit left on the counter after practice
The tapping of computer keys as three boys sleep soundly upstairs
A husband asleep on the couch
Out of this gratitude comes joy. Joy for even the things that aren't perfect..just the ordinary things that are a miracle in themselves.
Kris, you have such a beautiful heart!
ReplyDeleteHave you heard of Ann Voskamp's book, One Thousand Gifts? and her blog, A Holy Experience? I think you have. Anyway, this post would be perfect to link up with her Multitude on Mondays...counting gifts of gratitude.
I'm just thinking of it because #1, I think you'd really enjoy her writing and #2 because I want more people to see your beautiful heart here, and link-ups help with that!
Thank you so much, Theresa! I have heard of Ann's blog but, have not read her book. I will go on there today. Thank you again! Have a wonderful day with those beautiful kiddos of yours!
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