We sat around the dinner table tonight, my family and I.
We sat and munched on a dinner brought over by precious neighbors to celebrate Jack's homecoming.
As we sat and munched, I reveled in every moment God had given me. There was nothing especially special about this particular dinner, just another dinner like every other night...except for the fact that I didn't have to cook it. (Bless you, sweet neighbors.)
But it was special. I sat and listened, watched, drank in...
I saw a big brother leap up to help a little sister get something she wanted out of the fridge.
I saw eyes almost disappearing from a little girl's face as she laughed at a brother's silliness.
I heard a big sister ask her brother about his day, taking a genuine interest in his answer.
I heard a daddy make jokes, both good and bad...responses included guffaws and "Dad-dy" from his children and uproarious laughter from his wife.
I saw a little almost-two-year-old's dimples flex as he's chewing up his spinach salad.
I heard to peaceful sound of a baby swing, rocking a bundle of joy, securing him in coccoon of safety away from my arms.
I saw three children jump up without any prodding and clear the table.
I saw table manners trying so hard to make an appearance. We still have some work to do, but that's okay. That's what Daddy and I are here for.
And that's when I knew...
I am a happy girl.
I am One Blessed Lady.
All by His grace.