Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Precious Gifts

If you stopped by my house around four o'clock on a weekday afternoon this would be a likely scene... Big Brother completing homework {or wrestling with homework}, Little Brother engaged in a messy project {most likely Play-Doh or paint}, and Sister carefully monitoring all activities from under the table {before commencing with her daily practice of emptying the art cabinet and eating crayons}.

These are the ordinary moments for which I give thanks.

362. Sunny bedrooms.

363. Reading aloud to Big Brother's class.

364. A night off from packing lunches.

365. The house full of sunlight on a cool Saturday morning.

366. Baby hands clapping.

367. Happy sounds drifting through open windows... birdsong, children playing, lawn mower engine.

368. Date night.

369. Chic black velvet pants {found on sale!} to wear for date night.

370. Little boy handwriting.

371. All five of us spending an afternoon at the gardens.

372. Baby looking like a spring flower in her smocked dress.

373. Boys in white button down shirts.

374. An aced science test.

375. A runny nose.

376. Forsythia in bloom.

377. Drip, drip, drip.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts my daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart that tastes those gifts with joy.
Through all eternity to Thee, a joyful song I'll raise;
For O, eternity's too short to utter all Thy praise.
from "When All Thy Mercies, O My God"
by Joseph Addison, 1712