holy experience

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

"It's not Monday?" Tuesday

559.  Fellowship with the best Sunday School class ever.
558.  Clean floors - however temporary they may be.
557.  Thank you notes.
556.  My toddler's independence.
555.  Bed head.
554.  Squeeze-your-guts-out hugs.
553.  How happy my four year old gets over something as simple as new underwear.
552.  Matching outfits on my one year old and four year old girls.
551.  Reading the same princess books over and over and over and over again.
550.  Way-too-hot showers.
549.  The smiles afforded by finding tiny trinkets left by curious explorers in the most random places.  Like plastic hot dogs inside of our subwoofer.
548.  Being able to acknowledge my weaknesses and rely on His strengths.
547.  Tiny freezing feet that crawl into the bed with me in the morning.  
546.  The simple sight of the mail truck.
545.  The rain.  The buckets and barrels of rain.  We'll be grateful for the excesses in the summertime.
544.  Those close-call driving situations that somehow result in complete safety.  Thank you, Jesus.
543.  Little hands who sprinkle way too much cinnamon streusel on the muffins, and love every minute of it.
542.  When the words of someone you love are so encouraging without them even realizing what they've said.
541.  Reassuring words and smiles.
540.  Getting through the HoCo teacher fair without having a panic attack.
539.  The luxury of being able to choose whether to go back to work or not.
538.  Watching my girls become best friends.

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