I'm grateful today. I very well could list five complaints, as long as I'm being real, but I'll stay focused on the task at hand.
1. I'm grateful for my knowledge that my Heavenly Father exists and that He knows who I am. I know that He hears me when I pray and that he listens. I know that He loves me and while I don't fully understand His timeline, I'm well aware that He's got one and that I fit into it somewhere.
2. I'm grateful for job security. Plain and simple. Very grateful.
3. I'm grateful for angels and honest people. I had my wits about me enough today to get the groceries I needed, load them and my children into the car and come home. And then realize that my cart back in the fresh and easy parking lot still had My Bag in it. After a quick unload of the food, we headed back to the store. Cooper helped me say a prayer on the way that My Bag would be right where I left it or that someone had turned it in. It was indeed still sitting right in the cart on the sidewalk, complete with all of its important contents. Coop said another prayer on our way home, this one full of gratitude.
4. I'm grateful for dancing. Considering how bad my husband thinks my moves are, we dance a lot in the house. We were testing out workout music this morning and the whole family was bouncing in their jammies. It resumed after lunch and tried as I might to calm things down, Beckham was still groovin' on his way to his nap. I tried to lay him down and just kept stomping and twirling in his bed, laughing his little head off.
5. I'm grateful for obedience? I mean, I'm grateful for obedience. Let's preface this one by making it clear that my position on baths is that dads should take care of them. Maybe it's just me, but I am not a fan of this activity. Seeing as dad isn't home until after everyone is sound asleep and I can only have stinky kids for so long, I bite the bullet and clean my children.
I asked Seneca and Beckham to go up to get ready for a bath. They listened the first time and went right up. After finishing in the kitchen, I followed them up to find that they had already turned the water on and were indeed having a bath. Fully clothed. Super. When it was time to be done, I got Beckham out, telling Seneca to play for just another minute while I got Bex in his jammies and I'd be right in to wash her. Well, little independent self that she is, she went ahead and washed herself, dumping an almost full bottle of baby wash into the tub. Well, she's clean now.
It's been a day of gritting my teeth and swallowing a lump that keeps forming in my throat. I know, however, that I am deeply grateful for the situation I am in. I've got a great home, children that I prayed like crazy to have and a husband who loves me even when I'm much too selfish and who enjoys his job. I'm grateful. It's also ok, though, to be grateful that it's the end of the day. 'Cause I am.