Sometimes thank you is all that can be said.....

We got this note in the mail today. It included a VERY, VERY generous gift among it's humble folds.

The senders?

Anonymous.


Why are we so loved? I'm not sure I have the answer.

But to whomever you are that started this note on it's journey, we feel extremely loved.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!

How does one repay such kindness sufficiently. I don't have the answer for that either.

I can only pray that the Lord sees fit to repay it for us in blessings unlimited for the ones who have greatly brightened our home with their generosity. And that we too may be in tune enough with His will that we can pass on this feeling to others in our own small way.

Thank you. Thank you.

Scrooge

You know how Christmas is fun? I personally subscribe to that exact way of thinking.

However, when it comes to my kids, I get all tense and scroog-ie about how much potential mess the fun could cause. When did I become this person?

I LOVED decorating the tree growing up and putting up all the other decorations. I try to let the kids help. I really do. But inside my organs are twisting up because I keep visualizing broken shards of glass and things to clean up. And I find myself biting my tongue (and in some cases not doing such a hot job of it either) to keep myself from completely controlling their every move. I'm really displeased with this aspect of my personality.

I have thought much on this today and have decided that if something breaks....who cares. We will clean it up and never speak of it again. It's not as important as the memories. Kids will be kids and that includes messes....I think it's in the hand book they don't give you. You know the one, Instruction manual on how to raise a child

Sounds good right?

That's what the perfect mom would say.

Words are nothing. Lets see if I can get my actions to prove my change of heart.

Wish me luck!