Drink in the Wonder

The smallest things in life can squeeze your heart the most.

Ordinary things take on a new light when seen through eyes of gratitude.

Observe the little things and watch them turn into something amazing.

Savor the moments. Sit and drink it in. Treasure today.

Sept (2)
See life through the eyes of a child. Drink in the wonder.
Did you know a worm can become a candy cane?
Enjoy the laughter, the chattering long stories, and even the arguing.
They are only this age once, it won’t last forever.

Sept (11)
Take the time to sit with family, listen to them, love them, make the most of the days with them. Overlook their faults and shortcomings, you have some too, by the way. Just love them because they are your people.

Sept (14)

Bless someone.
A man behind me in line paid for my pizza one night. It left me sputtering thank yous and “I’ll pass it on.” He smiled. I smiled. Another man smiled. The clerk was just happy to take his money since I had come up lacking.
Now it’s my turn to be a blessing to someone else and see them smile.

Sept (16)

Take a photo of the morning chaos that is breakfast, packing lunches, pulling on clothes, scrubbing faces and teeth, pushing and willing them out the door in peace.
One day it will be but a memory.

Sept (10)

Breathe in the smell of the flower passed from one woman’s garden to the next, carefully treasured flowers that speak of life and love.
Stop and enjoy the leaves turning a beautiful hue, the green becoming golden, and the whisper of the voice of the wind. It is life.

Sept (15)

Raise your hands to Jesus. Whisper thank you for all your treasures, the people in your life, the moments you’ve been gifted today.

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Today as we watch and wait with bated breath, a little boy is slipping from his Mama’s arms into the arms of Jesus. Whisper a prayer for their hurting hearts and ask Jesus to hold them close.

Life as of Now

One is in the closet reading. again.
One is slogging through homework. again.
One is on the couch because of naughtiness. again.
Yelling, “Someone read Hoppity to me.”
One is crying at my legs to be held. held. held.

The computer is blaring out music and over the din
I heard something to the effect of the singer
missing the sound of pitter-patter feet
and I think, “What? I can’t even hear the feet.”

Supper is smoking away on the stove.
Toys scattered across the floor.
Mr Lifesaver comes in and takes Little One.
Big One comes to help.
Middle One finishes work.
And the Naughty One is off the couch
and on to other business.

We eat.
Amid much action.
Lots of talking.
Food getting.
School stories.
They finish.
They leave.
We heave a sigh and finish.

Table cleaned by little people.
Big One reads Hoppity to the Son in her best Daviess Co impersonation.
Middle One whisper reads to herself to win a prize at school.
Little One plays with her Dad on the floor.

Dishwasher full.
Counter top cleaned.
I sink in a chair.
And I listen.
To arguments.
Baby crying.
Kid chatter.

A few projects finished and the night is over.

And I write to remember.
To remember the chaos.
The noise. The fights.
They tell me I’ll forget.
They even sing songs about it.
And I wonder, how will I ever forget THIS?
Maybe someday.
Just maybe someday, it will be quiet.
And then I’ll probably wish for noise.