So, I bet I know what you're thinking. "She started reading that Voskamp book and here she goes." And you'd be right. (smile) But truth be told, we started this little version of a gratitude journal several weeks before I began reading One Thousand Gifts, and I am so grateful that these two events happened and are happening.
I'm especially grateful after days like yesterday, where I found myself apologizing multiple times to my three year old for my frustrated responses, where I appreciated my littlest's raspy laughter far too little, and where a trip to our beloved ducks and library with fresh air and wide open spaces was the perfect medicine.
Sometimes just getting everyone loaded into the car is exasperating. But yesterday, after the last sock had been found and the last shoe piled into the car (Job's shoes can only go on after we've arrived to our destination, otherwise we constantly discover his shoes and socks thrown into a pile on the floorboard), I realized that I needed to stop and just let a little living into our life. And live we did. Job found a puddle and all but swam in it. Graeme discovered how to summersault for the first time. And I turned a blind eye when Job stuck his little hands down deep into the mud and wiped them all over his little face, finishing it off with a healthy swipe across my straight-out-of-the-dryer sweater, giggling away throughout the entire process. And when we came home, I sat down for a few minutes to put these life gifts into writing.
Job's four little teeth, shining brightly, when he smiles
Graeme's thankful spirit
Spring on the way
Our gratitude 'journal' sits on our mantel, right next to the chalked word 'intentionality'. I'm thankful for coincidence and the goodness of God. Happy weekending, friends!
p.s. I'm adding Trader Joe's $4 wax flowers to the above list!