There are moments that if I'm really quiet, I can feel the blessings in my life.
This morning at the grocery store was one of them.
The cupboards were getting bleak, so Kate (4), Claire (1) and I went to grab some essentials. Nothing unusual, Kate held the pen and checked off the items on the list while Claire gummed a short bread cookie and I gathered the loot.
Part way into the ritual, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kate kissing Claire on the top of the head and whispering "I love you." Claire was all smiles and I started to tear up.
Kate asked me in the car if we would always live in our house. "Like forever, " I replied. "Yes, in our home," responded Kate. "Well, Papa and I might live in our home forever, but you, Sam and Claire will one day have your own homes with your families," I tried to explain. "Oh, well, that's okay, I'm fine at our home, " declared Kate.
I'm grateful that for now, our children want to hang with us, even if their love is a little overwhelming and exhausting. Because the truth is, somewhere between their tween and teen years, we won't be cool. And they probably won't be kissing each other on their foreheads and they'll threaten to move to Mars because we're so unfair and ridiculous with our expectations.
Blessings abound. I just have to remember to pay attention and soak them in.