It's the Little Things

As much as I appreciated hearing all the things that my friends were thankful for on Facebook during their once-a-day posts about their gratitude, I didn't join in.  Like all of them, I'm thankful for God, my kids, my husband, my family, my friends, my home, my job... the list goes on and on.  And November aside, I try my best to be thankful for these things each and every day.  

The more I thought about it though, the more I find myself noticing the "little things" in life that I am thankful for as well.  Just the past few days have given me mountains of instances, but here's just a small sample.:

I'm thankful...
... that when Brady fell down the stairs, Brad caught her by her ankles.
... that even after Thanksgiving and all of it's fixins, my pants still fit - albeit a little tighter maybe.
...that the guy at Chick Fil A didn't make any smart comments when I showed up at his drive through twice in one day.
...that when Tate repeatedly smacks me in the side of the head while playing "indoor baseball," he's only using a squishy ball.
... that Brad didn't totally freak when I told him we were setting up a third Christmas tree this year (is two really enough for anyone?)
... that when Knox spilled his milk all over the wood floor, it was already dirty anyway.
... that literally two minutes later when Brady pulled the dog's dish full of food off the counter, I got to her before she put any in her mouth - which is better than last time.
... that one minute later when Brady tried to pull the dog's water dish off the table (which Brad put there so she wouldn't play in it), I got to her before she succeeded in her little plan - which, again, is better than last time.

Like I said, I am grateful each and everyday for ALL of the beautiful things in my life... both big and small.

Love to y'all,
Tracy

"Is Nash Really in Heaven?"

These were the words of one of Tate's kindergarten friends the other day at school.  He ran up to me and asked, "Is Nash really in heaven?"  I told him, that yes, Nash is in heaven, and he ran off happily to find the rest of his friends.  

It all came together when I got this email from Tate's teacher (who is a great friend of mine)...

Just wanted to give you a heads up that today at teacher table when we were writing things we are thankful for, Tate decided to write about his family. He wrote that he was thankful for his bruvers (brothers ;-) ) and sister which caused some kids to ask him about having more than one. He did an awesome job explaining what happened and it was so touching to hear how compassionate they were. When he finished his work he decided to draw a picture of heaven and Nash's bench in the front of school. You'll probably see it in his folder today. I will give you more details today when I see you after school. I just thought you'd be happy to know that Nash would be so proud of his big brother today. 

I cannot tell you how much this melts my heart.  My sweet Tater, telling the story of his little brother, without a worry about what others will think.  To him, Nash will always just be his brother.  I'm so proud of my little boy.

Love to y'all,
Tracy