Today, we are thankful for...

Yes, it's true. Joy comes in the morning.
Well, it will one warm summer day in July 2010.

Of Husbands and Sleeping

A few nights ago, during S-O's bedtime routine:

S-O: Why can't I sleep in your bed with you and Daddy.
me: Because you have your bed and Daddy and I have ours.

S-O: Why do you sleep with Daddy?
me: Because he is my husband and we love each other, so we sleep together.

S-O: I love you and Daddy. Can't I sleep in ya'lls bed? I don't want to sleep by myself.
me: No. When you grow up and have your own husband, he can sleep in your bed with you.

S-O: I have an idea. When I grow up and get a husband, you can sleep in my bed with my husband and I'll sleep in your bed.

Bless you

Baby Rae sat snuggled on my lap eating her fresh cut apples while we waited for her big sister's dance class to finish.

Seven fellow Dance Moms sat among us.

I sneezed (into my sleeve of course).

Nobody said a word.

Baby Rae twisted her head backwards, touched my face, and said, "Bless you, Mommy."

Yes, indeed, I am blessed.

Innocent Thanks

My not quite 5yr old, S-O, had a project in her PreK class in which she had to decorate a turkey feather shaped piece of construction paper with things that represent what she's thankful for.

We covered it with Dora fabric, added some sparkly jewels, tied a ribbon into a bow and taped a picture of her and her Baby Sister to the top. But the most special part of the project was her list of thanks. The following was written on her feather in a VERY specific order, according to her.

I am thankful for:

Mommy
Diego and Dora
Me
Daddy
Biscuits
My Baby Sister
The Sun
Turkey
Computers
Eyes
Crayons

I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time while she dictated the words I wrote. I long for such simple thanks. Then again, my list would probably look A LOT like hers.