I sat down to write tonight full of the gripes.
To tell of all the little things that went wrong today - of the spilt milk (but we remembered to say "there's no use crying over it"), the ruined jigsaw, the endless whine of the-not-quite-sick-but-not-well 2yo, the spilt cream all over my new shoes(the "no use crying over it" line came out again but through gritted teeth), the tissue in the wash.....it was truly one of those days.
And then the Doc came home halfway through my little rant and as I reheated his dinner (and broke to him the news of his jigsaw) I very wifely asked about his day - the telling of the diagnosis of cancer to a bloke our age certainly added some perspective to my day.
And so here is the other version of our day.
The one when I put on my new shoes and felt happy cos they were the perfect shade of corally watermelon.
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| {they came out ok after a wash} |
Where a little gift arrived in the post and put a smile on my face.
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| {thanks Helen} |
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| {pretty lanterns inside the package} |
The one where we walked to the park and played and I got to grab coffee on the way.
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| {my fix} |
The one where little hands picked a small bouquet.
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| {pretties from our garden} |
Where we ended up healthy and happy and I was reminded of gratefulness all over again.
One of those days.
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