It was a pretty ordinary afternoon. We had finished our dinner. Makena was making loom bracelets and doing her homework, Carlie and Trey were outside splashing around in the hot tub, and Carl and I were painting cabinets for a renovation project. Nothing too exciting. After a while Carlie went inside, Trey changed and came back out to "bird hunt", and I got bored with painting. So while Carl and I are talking Trey came up to me with a big 'ole smile and a handful of "flowers". He said, "I picked these long flowers for you so you can put them in your owl vase".
My first instinct was to tell him we were not going to take weeds in the house, but instead I smiled with tears in my eyes, thanked him, and took them in the house and put them in the vase he suggested.
With all of the tornado pictures and stories being shown and told on TV and social media, there was one that stood out in my mind the most. The one of the Smith Family that lost both of their boys in the tornado that hit Vilonia on Sunday night. They were 7 and 8. It breaks my heart to think of what they are going through.
So as I was trimming some of the leaves off of my "flowers" I was thankful. Thankful for my dirty and smiley 8 year old, my messy and sassy 11 year old, my 13 year old that thinks she is grown, my husband who drives me crazy but works so hard for us, and all of those little things like messes to pick up, clothes to wash, and yes, even weeds.
My first instinct was to tell him we were not going to take weeds in the house, but instead I smiled with tears in my eyes, thanked him, and took them in the house and put them in the vase he suggested.
With all of the tornado pictures and stories being shown and told on TV and social media, there was one that stood out in my mind the most. The one of the Smith Family that lost both of their boys in the tornado that hit Vilonia on Sunday night. They were 7 and 8. It breaks my heart to think of what they are going through.
So as I was trimming some of the leaves off of my "flowers" I was thankful. Thankful for my dirty and smiley 8 year old, my messy and sassy 11 year old, my 13 year old that thinks she is grown, my husband who drives me crazy but works so hard for us, and all of those little things like messes to pick up, clothes to wash, and yes, even weeds.
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