Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Same old, same old
Today was a pretty normal day for us. This morning we had "summer camp" registration at BigBoy's preschool. I say "summer camp" because it's really just preschool that is every morning for two weeks instead of twice a week. After that we went to the grocery store and then splurged on McDonald's for lunch. We came home, BabyCakes napped, we got some things done and played a little, etc... same old, same old.
"Same old, same old." That's what I kept repeating to myself when I was thinking about a post for today. I even told my friend Rachel that I couldn't think of anything to write about and she said "well I'm sure you'll come up with something." I don't think my life is boring but I don't want to take it for granted, either. I know that one day the things that seem normal or even annoying at times will suddenly be precious in my memories. Brushing BigBoy's teeth for him with his light-flashing, glittery-yellow toothbrush won't seem like a chore -- just a time when he was so small he couldn't do it himself. Maybe when I remember that I will also remember his shark pajamas (that he has on tonight) and that when he first got them he insisted on being called Shark Boy and Shark Boy only.
Having a hard time getting BabyCake's diaper to fit right because her thigh rolls are so deliciously plump... getting out the door 3 minutes later than "necessary" because BigBoy HAD to put on his socks and shoes all by himself... such seemingly minute details will become the mental souvenirs of a blessed life.
I don't know why I am being so sentimental. Maybe I just feel undeservingly lucky. Maybe this is just what "happily content" feels like.
Whatever the reason, I am enjoying it and will continue to strive ( I say "strive" because goodness knows I'm not always) to be positive about life and appreciate what I have when I have it.
Proverbs 19:8 says, "He who gets wisdom loves his own soul; he who cherishes understanding prospers."
I may not understand the reasons for my blessings but at least I know Who has blessed me -- and there's nothing "same old, same old" about Him.
Posted by Cayce at Wednesday, March 24, 2010