No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights when they got plenty of sleep.

I am grateful for:

  • a quick weekend trip full of decisions and miles and circus and chaos and sweetness and emotion
  • papers signed
  • tears shed
  • the joy of hearing the sound of running feet and “Ama’s here!” through the closed door
  • hula hoops for Anissa and Annistan
  • clean children after baths
  • make-up time with Ama
  • too-cool-for-school hair on a 4 year old soccer stud
  • a very happy Andersyn
  • bedtime stories with little ones snuggled close
  • the giggles of Anjalie
  • green ringpop slobber dripping down a chin
  • the thrill of sitting on the sidelines for the first time, watching grandchildren play soccer
  • hearing Andrae say, “yes, sir” to his Daddy
  • Sam’s sensitive heart
  • well-behaved children who do not fuss when bedtime is announced
  • the pride of watching my daughter coach soccer, handle five on her own, sing at church, manage her photography sessions, entertain company, create costumes for the entire family, and act like she isn’t tired in the midst of it all
  • a safe trip home
  • a driver/companion who talks to me and lets me read to him
  • Bobbi Jo’s book read out loud to Sam
  • tile unloaded
  • Royals on Monday night and an evening to watch the game
  • being asked to play for choir again
  • the way the sunrise highlighted the jet trails this morning

And I am grateful for the gift of being in my daughter’s home and having a small part in their lives again.



2 thoughts on “No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights when they got plenty of sleep.

  1. I can’t even describe how beautiful I find this picture! Your joy and the joy of all around you is so evident! I love you and miss you so much!!

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