Friday, December 17, 2010
This morning, there was excitement in my house as the kids talked about today being our last day of school before Christmas break. I remember as a child that those two weeks stretched out so long before me. I love seeing that same joy in my kids' faces.
We had pancakes and bacon for breakfast, which is a rarity that usually only happens on select Saturday mornings. As I watched my children interact, as I cut up someone's second helping of pancakes, as I cleaned up the milk spilled on the floor and the after-breakfast kitchen disaster, I kept thinking one thing.
I'm so thankful.
I'm so thankful that I get to be here with the ones I love most, living this messy life with them. Loving them. Learning with them.
I'm so grateful that I have a husband who wants me to be at home with the kids. Who affirms the great value of my job. Who is supportive and generous and sacrificial with me.
I don't deserve any of the good things God has given me. I know that. And I'm just so thankful to Him for his everyday, ordinary gifts.