Today was a long, hectic, tiring day. It wasn’t because of anything particularly trying, or difficult, it was just simply a hard day. It’s nearly finished now, and as I sit here in the semi-dark, fire glowing and tea in my hands, I just want to focus on all the little pretty moments that happened amidst all the hustle and bustle of the day.
So, before I go to bed, I am thankful for;
– my husband taking the early morning shift with the kids so that I could get a little bit of extra sleep in (all by myself!)
– a hot shower on a cold morning.
– being able to make it to Mass.
– taking our kids to see “Daddy and Poppy” working with the sheep in the yards.
– helping Nanny and Nanna dig potatoes up in the garden.
– having about 2 months worth of potatoes!
– having rare one-on-one time with my eldest while her baby sister slept.
– being able to thoroughly enjoy her passionate cuddles and kisses. To sit in the rocking chair together. To have “bubbly hot chocolates” while reading one of her favourite books – just us.
– watching my tiny daughters play together in the sandpit while I picked flowers in the evening light.
– having my 2yr old come to me, 5 rosaries in hand, while I was in the middle of preparing dinner and say “come on mummy, lets say a Holy Mair-ee”.
– stopping to kneel before our home altar with my girls and pray three Hail Mary’s, after which my 2yr old laughs and say “make Jeesis happy! Mair-ee so happy! Loves me!” which is what we’ve always told her when we pray.
– eating a good dinner with my little family.
– a warm fire.
– sleeping babes.
And just like that, a day that at first glance seemed like a fairly ordinary one, was actually a really beautiful day.