“You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.”
Praying to receive each moment as a gift, my list continues...
Cherry blossom petal filled puddles.
Discovering a Georgetown Cupcake gift card in my wallet.
Little boy joy over mud puddles, sticks, and rocks.
The Spring Festival.
Moon bounces and cotton candy.
The almost daily opportunity to be the skinned knee heroine. Peter: "Why do sidewalks have to be made out of concrete? Really smooth mud would be so much better."
Meeting an old friend at the playground.
Having kids at the age where we can sit on a bench an catch-up.
Jane Austen movies.
Small green leaves on the birch tree.
Math lessons at Starbucks.
The Stone Ridge Book Sale. And the pile of $1 treasures I brought home.
With soccer games cancelled, an opportunity to go to a second day... with book-loving Hannah who whispered to me a moment after entering, "I am so sorry I complained about having to come with you."
Finding Peter practicing his winking in the mirror.
That we don't have a new sofa... making it no big deal when I spilled my coffee. : )
Trusting in God's grace.
And resting in His sovereignty.