There has been little time where I'm not holding a certain, sweet baby lately and therefore, haven't been able to keep up with my blog as much as I'd like. I have, however, continued to count my gifts and am continually amazed at the goodness that surrounds when I look for it.
I was talking with someone the other day and when I asked him how he was doing he replied, "Same crap, different day, isn't that the way it is?" There are days when I do feel like it's Groundhog Day. I wake up and the Snoopy and the Red Baron song is filling up my house; I know it is another day. I make the coffee, change diapers (yes, we haven't quite gotten Dynamite potty-trained yet), take out the trash, etc. Same crap, different day. And yet, I know that each day comes with opportunity for renewal and growth. For learning new things. For becoming more whole. For finding more wonder...
Sleeping children~My neighbor getting milk from the store for me~A husband who listens~The kindness in others~Chubby cheeks~Clean, white sheets~3-year old belly laughs~Train ride through the Village~A day that feels like fall~Remembering sorrow and thanking God for healing~Hot steam rolling off my coffee in the early morning~The sound of crickets outside my window~Piles of laundry~A sink of dishes~A list a mile long~Lemonade stands...
