Angelic Simplicity

Every now & again it's the simple things that remind you how to breathe. It's the simple glimpse you catch of a little girl smiling with her daddy. It's the way the sunshine looks behind a little boy playing the sand. The sly smile you get when you ask what flavor ice cream is Meredith's favorite as she's taking a little bit.

   

You take that deep breath & remember that its all worth it. You remember that Meredith won't always have epic tantrums. You remember that therapies won't always take over your week. Ok well..... maybe both of those things will continue. At least for a little while, but at least I can remember that those things are insignificant in the grand scheme of life. My grandma likes to call them part of the buffet. And everyone knows that I like a good buffet.

I watch Sean enjoying his pasta with meat sauce and I remember when I finally took a moment to stop  & take notice. Guess what? I laugh. I giggle incessantly when the dog slinks out from under the chair to grab what Sean has so generously shared. I didn't worry about the clean up. Ok I did, but only a little. I swear. No. Really.








 
  

 








I think about these glorious little things and I savior them. After today I'm going to savior a little girl teaching her daddy to jump. I'm going to savior Rob helping his little girl to jump so high.





I'm going to forget about the crying meltdown Meredith had when I told her she couldn't have iced cream RIGHT. THIS. SECOND. I'm going to choose to forget that the scooter my child HAD TO HAVE ended up being carried on the stroller most of the way.





Instead I'm going to choose to remember & savior that Meredith did eventually get on her damn scooter. She asked that her daddy help her. She did get her iced cream and she enjoyed it immensely. Maybe the wait made it taste better? Maybe she'll remember that? HA! My choice to remember the good things must be making me delusional. I'm going to choose to remember that Sean had iced cream too and loved it.