Today I could be in a bit of a funk, as I have cleaned up vomit more times than I can count in the past 36 hours. I feel terrible for my sweet Davis, who seems to be able to catch a stomach virus from a mile away. I could (and should) be very afraid of the possibility that the rest of us will end up catching this bug. I could be griping as I put away the mountains of laundry that seem to be accumulating at warp speed...
Instead, I choose to be grateful. Grateful for the little blessings in life that we often overlook, and grateful for small victories. Today's small victory: I found a crayon in the boys' laundry. Said crayon was discovered before the clothes made the transition to the dryer. If you've ever attempted to remove melted crayon from clothing or from the inside of a dryer, you might consider this a large victory.
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