Today, I played in the leaves like I was a kid. I had so many plans for today, but in the end, the only thing I can account for of a day spent is the leaves in my hair.
Life is not made up of how many loads of laundry you finish or how many baskets you put away. Life is made up in the moments of the impromptu joy of leaves being thrown high into the sky.
Life is not made up of how clean your floors are but instead, it’s made up of muddy muck boots from wading in the stream.
Life is not made of up perfect and gourmet meals, but instead of a crockpot meal of meat and potatoes shared at the last minute with friends.
Life is not made up of perfectly manicured lawns but instead of the day’s worth of chopping wood and raking leaves.
Life is not made up of plans and schedules and routines, but instead of the unexpected life of doing whatever comes to mind on a random Sunday.
I abandoned my schedule today and threw away the to-do list. I played like a kid with my kids and I must tell you that I really feel like this is the way we should live. What joy there is in letting go and enjoying life as it is where we are.
Thanks for Mothering the Divide with me, as we all try harder to remember that life is made up of the small things. What joy remains in the small things, free for the taking.
This morning started out how most mornings do: we overslept and the rush was on. My daughter had a fever and was very whiny so it took longer than usual for me to get ready, as I was holding her all morning long. Thankfully, it was gym day today for my son, so I didn’t need to find the uniform belt and shoes I always promise to myself that I will lay out for the following morning but never, ever do. Still, I grabbed something quickly to put on, braided my hair, and announced to my son that it was time to go. He joked with me and asked if I was wearing the same outfit again.
In my defense, I have about seven jean shirts, 10 white t-shirts, and countless black skinny pants (okay, they are leggings). In his defense, he’s heard me make fun of myself. But for some reason, I looked in the mirror and thought how nice it would be if I could fit into my beautiful clothes, hanging perfectly in my closet, just waiting for me to squeeze into them. How amazing would it be if I were the mom who actually did her hair instead of the one minute braid mine usually ends up in.Continue Reading
“The real gift of gratitude
is that the more grateful you become, the more you realize God is present.”
It was a big day here for my family; after years of talking about it and dreaming about it, we did it. We bought an older farmhouse style home on land with views of the mountains, our very own stream, and woods and fields for the kids to explore.
And today, the Today Show posted a video where they used my words and images after asking my permission. My words to video….
Today, our families came to visit our new house and I watched my favorite three boys work on our new house–my husband, my father, and my son all worked together, with the older men showing one young boy how to get things done.Continue Reading