It is a warm and beautiful January day, thanksgiving to God flows abundantly.
Breakfast brought a dispute between siblings over toast & tears flowed. Forgiveness from the tired girl to her brother didn't come quick, but did come. My trying to be helpful, wasn't helpful at all & she made sure I knew it. I felt saddened at her reactions, but forgave anyway & we all hugged each other before the bus came to swoop her up for school.
The smallest boy here is playing in the sandbox with his toes sifting the sand. He's wearing just sweats to stay warm. The sun provideds the rest.
Toy cars are scattered around the floor, signs of my son playing while I rested my tired body this morning.
I have my book in hand, and I'm heading out the door to sit next to him. I will enjoy the beautiful sunshine before the cold comes tomorrow.
A stick laying in the yard & visit from the neighbor dog just added to the excitement.
A handy neighbor man stops down at my request to look at a door. Problem is fixed for now with his intelligent thinking.
The man of the house is working a job he loves. I miss him, but happily wait, cleaning the home for his return.
Supper is in the crock pot, & a movie is reserved for us to watch together tonight. Time together with him is never wasted time.
This is not a typical January day, but this is a lovely day.
