The last few days of Thankfulness

I am thankful for slow weeks. Those times when we blow off the world to be a family. The Barnards had lots of that this past week. I am thankful for Tim and Jeremy's hobby of brewing beer, I certainly get to enjoy the fruits of their labor. Thank you Lord for yummy smells like Cinnabear, Satin Sheets, and all the good smells Scentsy has to offer. I am so excited to get my warmer and scents from Sam's party. Even though I am not a fan of snow driving, the snow has given us an excuse to play around and enjoy the crisp outdoors.

Mostly, I am thankful for being blessed to stay home. Some days, I am aching for a break, but far and beyond those moments, there is nothing better for me than to be home with my kids. I never miss a thing. Amelia's first time rolling over, I was there. Jairus' excitment about his first weeks of school, I was there to pick him up and talk to him about it. We are blessed! There is no waking my sleeping babies up early to drop them off. God bless all the families who do those things, I am very thankful Tim's job supports us enough so I have the choice to stay home.

I am thankful for peaceful mornings. With Christmas music playing in the background, putting a rythym to our day. Jairus sits at the counter, and patiently waits for, "eggs with cheese, and jalapenos, hot sauce and ketchup.... But not mixed up," as he would say. "Mom, may I have some water please," he requests as he takes a bite of the gooey concoction. As I set his water in front of him, "thank you," he replies. At this moment I am grateful. This small morning routine is sacred to me. There is no rush, no drilling of rules, no reminders, no time outs; it is bliss. I love that every day, no matter how crazy the rest of the day is, every morning is like this. By nightfall, I may be at the end of my rope, but joy comes in the morning. This is my joy, cooking eggs for my polite little guy. The slate is clean and the zest for the day is new.