Some Thoughts on Gratitude

I have a lot on my mind, and sometimes when that happens I forget show gratitude for what I have.  My worries overshadow the happy joys that I experience many times on a daily basis.  When I get like this Kevin is quick to remind me "your life's not that bad toots".  And of course in good ole Laura fashion I do not take kindly to his wisdom.  So I translated it in my head so it doesn't sound so harsh.  Even though I know I need a harsh reminder a lot of the time.  Here it is, "Please lovingly remind me that I have much to be grateful for".  The phrase has been going through my head over and over.  The more I hear it the more I am able to see the little things that make my life rich.  It's a call to myself to be patient, show myself some love and enjoy the many blessings I have.  I know, simple right?  So why is it so hard to live it everyday.  I guess what matters most is that I strive to be grateful, and everyday it will become easier to do.  Then one day, I will be able to recognize blessings instinctively and I will have become a grateful person.

There are few things that made me smile or this week and I wanted to write them down.

This weekend was national digital scrapbooking day.  I know no one cares but Mandy and I but I can still get excited about this stuff.  I'm way behind with my scapbook. I lost my mojo. I forced myself to get a page done so I did 3 and I made a birth anouncement for Luke because I had always had felt bad that I never did one for him.



Saturday we had our family pictures taken.  Oh I had such high expectations. I was quickly reminded that Luke is 16 months old and he wants nothing to do with staying in one spot.  I know that Shari captured our family in its true light.  I know there will be a few good ones and they will be true to life.
Sunday morning I remembered how to make those square fortunes tellers.  I made one and let the kids play with it. Then they got making them on their own. They thought I was such a cool mom and it kept them busy all Sunday morning.
This morning I got a call from a mom that was volunteering in Max's class room. She let me know that Max had fallen in the mud this morning and needed clean pants and a clean jacket.  She was nice enough to come get them form our house since I am still carless.  I can't wait for Max to come home and tell me what happened.  Because if I had to put money on it I'm sure he put himself in a position that helped him slip in the mud.
The car should be here today, thank goodness. 4 weeks without a car is hard.  I only survived because I have great friends that were willing to take me places and creative planing.