Its all too easy to look at the same old day staring us in the face and feel worn or down about our lot in life and how mundane tasks become. The same routines day in and day out. The same whining, the same tattling, the same struggle to make ends meet.
Self admittedly I've been a bit down lately, or focusing on the negative instead of the positive. I've lost sight of how much I have to be grateful for. So a couple days ago, I started thinking of things that I love in my crazy wonderful routine called life. These are a few of the things I thought about, some small and insignifigant but I've noticed them and they have made me smile......
I love it when my three year old tells me...."I want to bought that" on every commercial promoting a new toy.
I love it when the boys read with sleepy voices and yawns during family scriptures in the mornings.
I love it when I get butterflies from hubby's picture showing up on my cell phone when he calls.
I love it when Tanner, at the age of 14 still kisses my cheek and tells me goodnight before he heads to bed.
I love it when Tate laughs his real uncontrolled laugh
I love it when Brigg calls me Ma.
I love it when Kobe dances like a ballerina
I love it when Emma tucks her hair behind her ears
I love it when Corwin tells me about his day at school in intricate detail
I love it when Briar wants to be held like a baby
I love it when my siblings call me
I love it when I get a text from a friend
I love it when my kids recall memories of my parents
I love it when the kids use too much ketchup
I love it when my kids say "back forward" instead of rewind
I love it when our youngest, every time she hears a set of keys jingle, she yells.."Bye Dad"
I love it when my hubby leaves for work, because he has a job to go to and..... I especially love it when he comes home at night
3 days ago