My husband got up with the kiddos and I was awakened by the laughter of my children 2 hours later. Can’t beat that with a stick. Happiness for all my blessings is the first thought of the morning. I am just itching to open my door and step thru the portal from the quiet peace of my bedroom into the relative chaos that comes with screams of “mommy, mommy” and tons of hugs and kisses. The loss of my peaceful environment doesn’t even bother me, although it may in a few hours. As I yawn and stretch I pray a little prayer of thanksgiving, which admittedly will soon turn to a prayer for patience. But I choose to enjoy this moment for what it is. For we are not promised tomorrow, or even the next hour, or the next minute. So I will cherish each moment as it comes, some enjoyable, some irritating, some overwhelming, some with crying, some with laughing, some exhausting, some painful, some joyful, some with dancing and some with mourning. Can someone remind me that I said all this tomorrow???
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