Not much in life is guaranteed. If it were than all of us would be a lot more confident, too confident to really appreciate what we truly have. Some days, maybe a few too many, I forget just how much I really have.
As I lay in bed this morning nursing my littlest, my biggest, laying between my husband and I, drinking his morning bottle, I though to myself how magical my life is. To have so many things to take for granted, yet I don’t, is a gift from God. It feels so cliche: I am thankful for my husband, my kids, our families, his job, blah blah blah. It feels like the words are too short and glib to truly explain the warmth my heart bursts with everyday I stop and look at what lays ahead of us.
I pray to God each morning that He keeps my heart focused on what truly matters and most days I fail miserably. I get wrapped up in the day-to-day monotony of raising two small children. I get impatient over crumbs, or when I don’t have time to shower before the boys wake up. I burn things, I snap at my husband and I don’t call my Mother nearly enough.
But I have grace, God’s grace, my husband’s grace, my children’s grace, my Mother’s grace. And it is this grace, to be me, to be a mother, wife, sister, daughter and friend that tries her best that I am most thankful for.