Thankful for the little things....

It has been a typical Tuesday...very hectic and exhausting. We were all a bit groggy this morning in the aftermath of "Stinkbug-gate". Sleep never comes easily when you and your sibling are hunkered down in bed together, waiting for yet another nose hopping bug to destroy the night's calm. They powered through and completed their morning routine with minimal whining. The boy was fine, having slept through the melee like a champ...even working hard on his shoe tying:



Everyone was delivered to their schools in good time and I drove on to work. My true temptation was to turn the heat on in that frigid office, build a Constanza-esque sleep cubby under my desk and wipe out until just time for staff meeting to start. Somehow I think that sleep lines and wrinkled clothes would be noticeable to others. So I read my email and received another notification about Baby Drew and the family. So many burdens they are carrying...so much worry and uncertainty. From Drew's health to insurance snafus that threaten to leave the family in even more difficulty, the horror just contiues to pile up...not to mention the family toll. Time spent away from their older son, time to spend with her husband, time away to just be normal. They are grieving the normal. They are grieving the little things. So often I grumble at the many monontonous tasks in life. More laundry, muddy shoes on the floor, "I need more glue sticks, Mom!", tiny ants in my kitchen, hanging clothes up for consignment, night meetings at church, driving to yet another activity.

As I sat watching my son play on the ipad with his friend this afternoon, I noticed that as they had wiggled and squirmed in order to get comfortable they had moved 15 feet across the floor....totally clueless. I'm thankful for that. Seeing the boy have a little Alfalfa hair going on...I'm thankful. To French braid my girl's hair before dance while she's grumbling...I'm thankful for that. To see my two youngest bond together out of their anger for my making them sit through a boring meeting...I'm thankful for that:



I'm blessed with normal and I am so very grateful. My prayer is to always be thankful for the normal....it is definitely underrated.
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