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