604. Feeling "at home" at church.
603. Helpful, wonderful neighbors.
602. The perfect intervention of a Heavenly Father when all heck breaks loose.
601. 'Round the corner medical care.
600. Bowling parties.
599. Fake, hilarious giggles from deep within my chunky toddler.
598. A sweet playlist on an XM player that keeps its charge long enough for me to finish my run.
597. The final game of basketball season.
596. The opportunity to see my dad truly relaxed for the first time in his life.
595. Feeling empowered - by the Holy Spirit, by my husband's encouragement, by wanting to be better for my kids.
594. Finding the strength to push myself beyond previous physical limits.
593. FREEbruary at Chili's.
592. Unprecedented achievements in my husband's career at such a young age.
591. Friendly faces at the pediatrician's office.
590. The first signs of spring.
589. 30% off Kohls coupons.
588. All day bike rides.
587. The opportunities to explain right and wrong to our seven year old son.
586. The solidarity between Sam and me when it comes to parenting choices.
585. Safe travels for my retiree parents.
584. Unprecedented calm in a scary situation thanks only to the Holy Spirit.
583. Sunshine, temps in the 70's, and a beautiful breeze...in February.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Marvelous Monday!
582. Peace. Just...peace.
581. Being excited about the future instead of scared of it.
580. The joy of watching my kids develop their individual handwriting.
579. The patience and calm that has come with years of parenthood - that prevents me from stressing at the first sign of misbehavior on the part of my kids.
578. Beth Moore.
577. An extra coupon insert in the Sunday paper.
576. The amazing service at Chick-Fil-A.
575. The Pioneer Woman.
574. After holiday clearance.
573. Receiving a compliment about my kids.
572. Watching boys be boys.
571. Going into a situation and walking away with a sigh of relief and the ability to admit that I was wrong.
570. Being able to provide comfort to my littles when they don't feel well - just as God does for me.
569. The extra hugs I get when one of my littles is under the weather.
568. Beautiful, sunny days in the middle of February.
567. A husband who isn't scared to spend a Saturday doing laundry...for me.
566. Inside jokes with my dear husband that make us giggle with nothing but a glance.
565. A successful recipe.
564. The tests and trials I have endured that have brought me closer to God and to my husband.
563. Randomly running into friends while out and about.
562. Sarah proclaiming "Luh-yew" to everyone in the house before getting into bed.
561. Leftover Zofran when the littles catch a stomach bug.
560. Finding relevance to my life in Old Testament scriptures.
581. Being excited about the future instead of scared of it.
580. The joy of watching my kids develop their individual handwriting.
579. The patience and calm that has come with years of parenthood - that prevents me from stressing at the first sign of misbehavior on the part of my kids.
578. Beth Moore.
577. An extra coupon insert in the Sunday paper.
576. The amazing service at Chick-Fil-A.
575. The Pioneer Woman.
574. After holiday clearance.
573. Receiving a compliment about my kids.
572. Watching boys be boys.
571. Going into a situation and walking away with a sigh of relief and the ability to admit that I was wrong.
570. Being able to provide comfort to my littles when they don't feel well - just as God does for me.
569. The extra hugs I get when one of my littles is under the weather.
568. Beautiful, sunny days in the middle of February.
567. A husband who isn't scared to spend a Saturday doing laundry...for me.
566. Inside jokes with my dear husband that make us giggle with nothing but a glance.
565. A successful recipe.
564. The tests and trials I have endured that have brought me closer to God and to my husband.
563. Randomly running into friends while out and about.
562. Sarah proclaiming "Luh-yew" to everyone in the house before getting into bed.
561. Leftover Zofran when the littles catch a stomach bug.
560. Finding relevance to my life in Old Testament scriptures.
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.
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.
Monday, January 31, 2011
More than Grateful Monday
537. Being the recipient of someone else's hand-me-downs.
536. Finding a home for our hand-me-downs.
535. Jogging with no traffic to speak of.
534. Good, old-fashioned hymns in a world of contemporary praise & worship.
533. Discovering new foods my kids like.
532. When the hardest-to-get-out stains come out in the wash.
531. A phone message from my traveling princess.
530. Outsmarting, if only temporarily, a 20-month old escape artist.
529. A pediatrician with night and weekend hours.
528. A husband whose flexibility allows me to attend non-optional, mid-day meetings.
527. A full pitcher of tea in the fridge.
526. My old, worn-in green chair.
525. An organized pantry.
524. Comfortable conversation.
523. Warm brownies, straight out of the oven.
522. Finding a long-lost puzzle piece.
521. Feeling optimistic about the future of American politics - even if those moments are few and far between - at least they still exist.
520. How excited I get about Thursday mornings since being out of work.
519. What a blessing it has already been reading through the first 26% of the Bible.
518. Benefiting from the wisdom of men and women who have been there and done that so that I don't have to.
517. Attending a truly rewarding and eye-opening marriage conference.
516. The rare times I am able to fall asleep when my head hits the pillow.
536. Finding a home for our hand-me-downs.
535. Jogging with no traffic to speak of.
534. Good, old-fashioned hymns in a world of contemporary praise & worship.
533. Discovering new foods my kids like.
532. When the hardest-to-get-out stains come out in the wash.
531. A phone message from my traveling princess.
530. Outsmarting, if only temporarily, a 20-month old escape artist.
529. A pediatrician with night and weekend hours.
528. A husband whose flexibility allows me to attend non-optional, mid-day meetings.
527. A full pitcher of tea in the fridge.
526. My old, worn-in green chair.
525. An organized pantry.
524. Comfortable conversation.
523. Warm brownies, straight out of the oven.
522. Finding a long-lost puzzle piece.
521. Feeling optimistic about the future of American politics - even if those moments are few and far between - at least they still exist.
520. How excited I get about Thursday mornings since being out of work.
519. What a blessing it has already been reading through the first 26% of the Bible.
518. Benefiting from the wisdom of men and women who have been there and done that so that I don't have to.
517. Attending a truly rewarding and eye-opening marriage conference.
516. The rare times I am able to fall asleep when my head hits the pillow.
Monday, January 24, 2011
I Remembered! Monday
515. Christmas villages lit-up at the end of January.
514. Just driving around with the radio on.
513. How de-fusing the words "That's life" can be for a moment of perspective.
512. Forgiving Kroger managers (for when your 4 year old breaks a glass spice bottle on the floor).
511. Keebler's new Somoas-knock-offs.
510. Fresh air.
509. Inspiring my seven year old to take on his own household projects - this time, alphabetizing his bookshelf.
508. Getting to leave a message on voice mail and avoid my normal awkward phone conversations.
507. The freshness of the garden after clearing it of the crunchy brown winter-ness.
506. Nap time.
505. The countless unlikely heroes God chose in the Bible and still chooses today to work for His purposes.
504. Being content with less.
503. The hawk that sits in the same spot on the power line every day, surveying the expansive field across the highway.
502. Unreal skies.
501. A son who reaches for the apple in his treat bag before the Twinkie and Handi-snacks.
500. Finding endless things to laugh about.
499. A clean floor.
498. Ladies night out.
497. Encouraging words from unsuspecting sources.
496. Surprise phone calls about jobs I'd long since given up on.
495. The luxury of a mid-day nap, however rare and coveted.
514. Just driving around with the radio on.
513. How de-fusing the words "That's life" can be for a moment of perspective.
512. Forgiving Kroger managers (for when your 4 year old breaks a glass spice bottle on the floor).
511. Keebler's new Somoas-knock-offs.
510. Fresh air.
509. Inspiring my seven year old to take on his own household projects - this time, alphabetizing his bookshelf.
508. Getting to leave a message on voice mail and avoid my normal awkward phone conversations.
507. The freshness of the garden after clearing it of the crunchy brown winter-ness.
506. Nap time.
505. The countless unlikely heroes God chose in the Bible and still chooses today to work for His purposes.
504. Being content with less.
503. The hawk that sits in the same spot on the power line every day, surveying the expansive field across the highway.
502. Unreal skies.
501. A son who reaches for the apple in his treat bag before the Twinkie and Handi-snacks.
500. Finding endless things to laugh about.
499. A clean floor.
498. Ladies night out.
497. Encouraging words from unsuspecting sources.
496. Surprise phone calls about jobs I'd long since given up on.
495. The luxury of a mid-day nap, however rare and coveted.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Because doing this on Monday is too hard for me, apparently.
494. The cool, crisp Georgia winter we're having this year.
493. McDonalds' indoor playground.
492. The serene silence of naptime.
491. How small I feel as a part of this world, but how important I am in spite of that fact through God's eyes.
490. Hard lessons in humility - especially for my children.
489. Surprise good news.
488. Recycling facilities.
487. Close calls that I got through unscathed.
486. Leaving the playground without one single protest or tear.
485. A pediatrician with night and weekend hours.
484. Thus far escaping the rampant flu bug.
483. Bacon.
482. The public library and inter-library loan.
481. Independent kids who don't need me to help, even when I want to.
480. Cold weather jogs.
479. Phone calls - just to check in.
478. Homecomings.
477. My favorite coffee mug.
476. Watching my toddler rock and "shhhh" her babydoll.
475. $10 Sneakers for the kids at Target.
474. Progress at basketball practice.
473. A husband who encourages me even when I have no idea what direction I'm going.
472. A candid, meaningful conversation with Ben about equality on MLK Day on the way to basketball practice.
493. McDonalds' indoor playground.
492. The serene silence of naptime.
491. How small I feel as a part of this world, but how important I am in spite of that fact through God's eyes.
490. Hard lessons in humility - especially for my children.
489. Surprise good news.
488. Recycling facilities.
487. Close calls that I got through unscathed.
486. Leaving the playground without one single protest or tear.
485. A pediatrician with night and weekend hours.
484. Thus far escaping the rampant flu bug.
483. Bacon.
482. The public library and inter-library loan.
481. Independent kids who don't need me to help, even when I want to.
480. Cold weather jogs.
479. Phone calls - just to check in.
478. Homecomings.
477. My favorite coffee mug.
476. Watching my toddler rock and "shhhh" her babydoll.
475. $10 Sneakers for the kids at Target.
474. Progress at basketball practice.
473. A husband who encourages me even when I have no idea what direction I'm going.
472. A candid, meaningful conversation with Ben about equality on MLK Day on the way to basketball practice.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Mellow Monday
471. The genius work of Dr. Seuss.
470. Any size coffee for 99 cents at Dunkin Donuts just because we get our electricity from the right power company.
469. Spontaneous eruptions of laughter.
468. The fact that my girls prefer blueberries to oreos for dessert.
467. Pancakes and bacon on the griddle.
466. Salads with the perfect blue cheese dressing.
465. Matching outfits on my girls.
464. How good it feels to have my four year old brush and brush and brush my hair.
463. Fluffy little birds, keeping warm under their feathers.
462. 101 assorted cookie cutters, complete with alphabet and number 0-9...for half price.
461. Great American heroes like the late Major Winters who served this country to the best of his ability simply because it was the right thing to do - without requiring or even desiring recognition for his heroic acts.
460. Having my husband home for two consecutive long weekends.
459. A new bullet for my resume.
458. The January Marriage Series.
457. Pixar.
456. Three kids improvising new ways to entertain themselves amid Day 1 of cabin fever.
455. An untainted, pristine blanket of snow (or, in this case, ice) on the front lawn.
454. Tiny icicles hanging from our backyard birdfeeder - like little sculptures gifted to us overnight while we were sleeping.
453. Hand-crafted tents made from blankets draped over chairs.
452. Homemade hot cocoa whose pleasant aroma permeates the entire room from the ziploc bag on the counter.
451. A heated home.
470. Any size coffee for 99 cents at Dunkin Donuts just because we get our electricity from the right power company.
469. Spontaneous eruptions of laughter.
468. The fact that my girls prefer blueberries to oreos for dessert.
467. Pancakes and bacon on the griddle.
466. Salads with the perfect blue cheese dressing.
465. Matching outfits on my girls.
464. How good it feels to have my four year old brush and brush and brush my hair.
463. Fluffy little birds, keeping warm under their feathers.
462. 101 assorted cookie cutters, complete with alphabet and number 0-9...for half price.
461. Great American heroes like the late Major Winters who served this country to the best of his ability simply because it was the right thing to do - without requiring or even desiring recognition for his heroic acts.
460. Having my husband home for two consecutive long weekends.
459. A new bullet for my resume.
458. The January Marriage Series.
457. Pixar.
456. Three kids improvising new ways to entertain themselves amid Day 1 of cabin fever.
455. An untainted, pristine blanket of snow (or, in this case, ice) on the front lawn.
454. Tiny icicles hanging from our backyard birdfeeder - like little sculptures gifted to us overnight while we were sleeping.
453. Hand-crafted tents made from blankets draped over chairs.
452. Homemade hot cocoa whose pleasant aroma permeates the entire room from the ziploc bag on the counter.
451. A heated home.
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