Having a heart of gratitude always depends on how you choose to see.
Because even in the darkest moments, there is still something to be thankful for.
When you roll out of bed, long before the sun comes up, you’re thankful for the sounds coming from the crib.
Squeals of joy. Mama falling from his lips. A face that lights up when he sees you, having forgotten the ways you might have failed the previous day.
It’s 6 a.m. You start the daily routine.
As you change his diaper, trying to decide what’s for breakfast, it dawns on you.
Through the eyes of a child we find magic in the mundane.
Joy in the dark morning hours, not dread for the new day.
The rain outside isn’t dreary and cold. It brought puddles for splashing.
And another day cooped up in the house means more time to invest, trucks to play with, and tickles between a mother and her son.
Today I’m linking up with Lisa Jo for Five Minute Friday. You can join the fun here.