Sometimes I'm tired and feel every last bit of my 46, yet life continues to hurl toward me, around me, and right on past me in a blur of all manner of mess and warm and loud...and it doesn't care one bit if I'm tired and would perhaps like to bury my head under a blanket and snooze away some of my gifted time...and this leaves me with a choice to make.
I can revel in the living or I can whine about the busy.
I do believe I'll revel.
(A Thousand Gifts #1078-1095)
back to back visits
old-fashioned merry-go-rounds and the little one squealing "faster!"
taking a "drive" with the first-grader
the way he collapses in sleep on my shoulder
fences around playgrounds
sand in buckets
bare feet in the grass
hands and feet made dirty by the outside
the leap into my arms
his ready smile
lovely writing by others that draws me to Him
his pizza pickup
long, rambly conversations
humor, and the ability to see it
quiet sunday afternoons
successful new recipes
Happy Monday :)