Jackson is upstairs asleep, and a napping Evie is next to me on the couch. No one else is home. It's quiet. This moment won't last long - in fact, I should be doing laundry or figuring out dinner ahead of time. Instead, I'm enjoying this peaceful moment.
I'm feeling grateful for the many blessings of my life, actually...for Evie's healthy 4-month checkup earlier in the week, where for the (mostly likely) only time in her life she is in the 95th percentile for height, and otherwise perfect; for my Dad's ability to be at home with us this first week Andrew's in MO; for Jackson's love of glue (let him make a mess, Katy...); for Andrew's success at his new job, which he started this week; for Evie's reaching hands that touch and play with faces and toys; for a baby who won't take a bottle and needs me with her ALL THE TIME...and the fact that I can actually be here with her; for Tango so that Jackson can still have his daddy pray for him before bed each night; for the healthy pregnancies and babies among my friends and family; for giggles and "yaffs" by a high-strung two-and-a-half-year-old and an easy-going, smiley 4-month old; for early morning smiles and snuggles; for large sweet teas and Dr. Pepper...
The list is really endless. The longer I sit here, the more blessings I can recall. And today, I'm overwhelmed by that. :)
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