Head throbbed.
I lay, numb. Held hostage by my down comforter.
A cry for grace went up this morning at the very moment I acknowledged that, without it, today had the potential to be an ugly one.
He delivered.
He always does.
Today was gloriously…surprisingly…magical.
The rain poured.
We sat, wrapped in blankets, and watched it drench our grass.
We talked.
About rain. Grass. Birds. Babies. And digestive systems.
We sipped tea.
The ibuprofen loved me.
Owl City rocked us to our feet.
We danced.
We played.
Daddy slept. Ear plugs secured. Fan humming.
The thunder rolled.
Eye contact lingered.
Sweet toothy grins.
More tea.
Belly laughs.
More world-rockingly lovely moments.
Mellow. Uncomplicated. Unexpected.
Lego. Cars. Baby dolls. Doctor sets. Plastic food. Unnecessary nasal aspirators.
Smooches.
Intervention.
Boo boos kissed.
Life lessons learned.
In more love than I thought was available today.
More tea.
More belly laughs.
Tinkerbell.
Naps defied.
(sigh)
Patience galore.
Puzzles. Intermittent “quiet time”.
Email. Photos edited. Design. More than anticipated.
Daddy up ‘early’.
Why…tea, of course.
Precious family. Moments. Lived. Loved.
Peace & homemade pizza.
Baths.
Bed.
Bliss.
Today was made of awesome.
I must say, and I’m embarrassed to admit it, I was surprised by grace today.
{Did I think it would not come?}
So. Much. Grace.
Unexpected grace.
Tangible, raw, day-saving grace.
Let’s do it again tomorrow, shall we?
Photos:
Top, taken at Howell Nature Center this weekend at the conference mum and I spoke at. Early morning magic on the water. Beautiful.
Below, sweet baby toes belonging to a beautiful little lady (6 weeks old), taken yesterday for her baby announcement. She’s simply gorgeous. Miraculous.
