I wasn’t going to write a post today, but felt I needed to. My heart breaks for the people across the world who are suffering, but it also swells with gratitude for my piles of blessings. This morning, here are my favorite three:
First, I’m grateful for my 2-year-old, Mase, who woke up at 6 am demanding, “I wan bwekfuss!” Then, he swiftly traded his hungry stomach for endless giggles as I commenced a game of “I’ve got your nose.” He’s now blowing bubbles in the kitchen to the great delight of my 1-year-old who can’t stop laughing.
Finally, yesterday was a victorious day for my team. BYU won their amazing hard-fought basketball game! BUT, at about 10:30 last night I was so ornery. Seriously, just grumpy. My husband kept trying to make me laugh and I was not in the mood.
“What’s wrong?” he finally said.
“I don’t know and I don’t want to talk about it. You would be wise to stay away.”
So #3 is definitely more information than you would like to know, but I’m grateful I started my time of the month this morning. I’ve never believed in PMS, but I told my husband of my morning development and his reply, “Oh, that’s why you were such a pill last night.” I’ll go with that.
I can tell it’s time to wrap this up. Mase has had enough bubbles and just brought me a box of cereal.
“Mom, me nee bwekfuss!”
“What do you say?”