The Charming Tyrants: Choosing Thankfulness

Thursday, April 21, 2011

When you least expect it a friend sends you a gift. One Thousand Gifts of kindness and generosity.

I am blessed. A reminder to be thankful for the gifts found in each and every day.

Today I'm thankful for . . .

. splashes in the bath tub

. grey eyes dancing

. little boys giggling

. snuggling under the covers

. bedtime stories about "Green Eggs and Ham"

. singing a good night song

. the rest that comes at the end of the day

What are you thankful for today?

I'm linked up here today.

thedomesticfringe said...: Your kids look like they are having fun in their tub. Today I'm thankful that my husband is returning from work in NYC. I'm thankful it's only flurrying and not a full-blown stowstorm. I'm thankful my daughter's friends are visiting from Iowa.
-FringeGirl; April 21, 2011 at 8:58 AM
Cindy said...: Everyday blessings are the greatest gifts. Love the photos of your kids. Brings back memories of mine at that age. Guess that makes me thankful for memories.

Hope you have a blessed Easter.
Hugs,
Cindy; April 21, 2011 at 9:41 AM
Diane said...: So cute and sweet! :O); April 21, 2011 at 12:56 PM
Laura said...: I'm thankful that you and FringeGirl are so thankful! It reminds and encourages me to be the same!; April 21, 2011 at 1:21 PM
Unknown said...: A... Dor.... A..... ble....

I hope your Easter was astonishing. See you this Thursday. Hugs, Lynn; April 25, 2011 at 6:46 PM
Sara said...: How cute! Today, I'm thankful for God's ever-present Word. He never lets me down!; April 27, 2011 at 5:58 AM

doing one or more loads of laundry has become a daily event rather than weekly one.
you hear the phrase "no fair" at least a dozen or more times in any given day.
you've spent countless hours trying to convince your toddler that his older brother's crayons and play dough are NOT one of the four food groups.
your sofa has become a trampoline.
finishing a sentence, let alone a conversation, is a luxury.
every "no" becomes a tragedy worthy of a Shakespearean drama.
you catch yourself eating the leftovers off of your kids plate, not because you are hungry but because you can't stand to have it go to waste.
the last book you were able to finish was written by Dr Suess.
it feels like you are constantly picking bits of play dough out of the carpet.
your child needs to spit something out and you instantly offer your hand for them to spit it into. - Hunca Munca
sleeping in means not getting up before 6:30 am on a Saturday.
you wonder if wearing vomit is in style. - Fringe Girl
the only thing you can find to write with is a crayon. - Fringe Girl
you find yourself watching Dora . . even when you're alone. - Fringe Girl
you catch yourself humming the theme song to "Thomas and Friends".
you find worms in your sons pockets while doing the laundry.
you struggle to answer questions like . . "Mama, what do poop actually do?"
you've sat on the toilet while holding a screaming infant.