It was a lovely day.
We slept in.
The Hawkeyes won.
Friends came over and we binge watched some television (Newsroom is FANTASTIC, btw).
I figured out how to do a double crochet front post and a double crochet back post for an afghan I started.
My husband made apple pie.
The snow fell and it was so lovely.
And then tonight, as I’m setting my clothes out for the morning, I find it:
A nice little pile of poop.
A present left by Tiki or Turbo.
It rarely happens. I could guess at the reasons, but whatever, I’m not a cat.
*sigh*
Tomorrow, I’m preaching on thankfulness and gratitude, so I’m led to say these things:
I’m grateful for the invention of paper towels and carpet cleaner.
I’m grateful messes can be cleaned up.
I’m grateful for the companionship of those two little furballs.
I’m grateful for imperfections that ground us and humble us and help us to not take life so seriously.
I’m grateful for the grace that I have received when I have messed up.
I’m grateful for people who have helped me to clean up my own mistakes and fumbles.
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