Today and all weekend I have been thankful for HOME. I can remember a time (B.C.-before children) when Saturday or the evening came that Mitch and I would hunt for things to do. We would go out for dinner, go to the movies, picnic in the park or get together with friends. I was a doer and not a home body.
These days I find my soul yearning to be home. I have noticed that when we have mornings that we don't have to go anywhere that we are lazy and just hang out together. I enjoy being home. It seems less stressed and more comfortable. Those times at home I value the most.
When the two year-old climbs in bed with you first thing in the morning and says, "you're my best friend ever Mom."
When the children snitch sausage off each other's plates.
When my husband gets up and leaves the room and I hear, "Let your mother sleep".
One of my favorites is being able to trim everyones nails and then they each get appointment at the "nail" salon to paint them.
Thank God for giving me the heart and mind to recognize the joy my family and home brings.
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