It's nice that I finally figured out the reason my toddler son was refusing to eat all of his favorite foods—he wanted to eat like a grownup. Give that kid a bowl and a utensil and he's thrilled.
It's nice that I had a fairly decent four days alone with the children while my husband was away at a bike race. Usually, these weekends are somewhat hellish, but I actually kept my cool until around Saturday evening. I was pleased with myself.
It's nice that S learned a great lesson about honesty that she could share with us at FHE. Last week, she came home from school with her graded spelling test. Her grade was 19/20, but as I looked at the test, I realized S had actually misspelled two more words, making her score 17/20. We had a good talk about honesty—that even though it wasn't her fault that her teacher hadn't scored it correctly, the honest thing to do would be to go to her teacher on Monday with the test. She was nervous at first, but she did it. And her teacher was so impressed with her honesty that she let the grade stay at 19/20.
It's nice that we spent a relaxing Sunday evening with my family, my sister and her family, and my grandma. A small group, but really nice.
It's nice that after four days of back and forth, H's low-grade fever is finally gone. And he's finally back to himself.
It's nice that I will have an evening out tomorrow night with girls from college. Ahh, I'm looking forward to it.
Not all things in life can be nice, but these things are.
2 comments:
Okay I had to laugh at Anne's comment. That was a good one.
glad things can be "nice" once in awhile for ya! I think it helps too if we are looking for the nice in our lives...sometimes we miss it if we are only waiting for the perfect!
wow...that was deep!
treasuring the small blessings is, perhaps, the greatest gift to our own sanity.
So glad things are nice.
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