Today I am reminding myself that I am grateful for...
330. Magically reproducing piles of laundry. We have clothing to keep us warm in the cooler weather.
331. Tiny fingerprints on every wall and window in our home. We have little hands to hold.
332. Crumbs under our kitchen table that reappear just after being swept up. We have food to eat and bellies to fill.
333. Endless rounds of meals that need to be planned, prepared and provided. It is a pleasure to cook for those that I love.
334. Baths to give even though it feels as though they have just been given. We have clean water that flows freely into our home, when many do not.
335. While I am cleaning up one mess, another is being created. I have a small window of opportunity to spend my days at home with the mess-makers.
336. Less me time. Less me, me, me.
337. A refrigerator and pantry that need to be cleaned. An overflowing surplus of food.
338. Piles of clothing, toys and supplies that wait to be carried upstairs, unloaded and organized. We live a life of abundance.
339. Attention needed and love craved. The blessing of little ones to pour love into.
340. A perspective that changes by the day.
330. Magically reproducing piles of laundry. We have clothing to keep us warm in the cooler weather.
331. Tiny fingerprints on every wall and window in our home. We have little hands to hold.
332. Crumbs under our kitchen table that reappear just after being swept up. We have food to eat and bellies to fill.
333. Endless rounds of meals that need to be planned, prepared and provided. It is a pleasure to cook for those that I love.
334. Baths to give even though it feels as though they have just been given. We have clean water that flows freely into our home, when many do not.
335. While I am cleaning up one mess, another is being created. I have a small window of opportunity to spend my days at home with the mess-makers.
336. Less me time. Less me, me, me.
337. A refrigerator and pantry that need to be cleaned. An overflowing surplus of food.
338. Piles of clothing, toys and supplies that wait to be carried upstairs, unloaded and organized. We live a life of abundance.
339. Attention needed and love craved. The blessing of little ones to pour love into.
340. A perspective that changes by the day.
2 comments:
What sweet blessings! Savor those moments at home with those sweet babies! Many a Mommy got a tear in their eyes today when they had to drop their toddlers off at Daycare.... And in two seconds both of those girls will be 9 years old :-)
I am standing with your thankful for all the things you listed!!! Thank you for the reminder!!!
blessings!
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