The Little Things

There are little things in every day that worry or annoy me, frazzle and vex me, and yet, life is made up of all the little things.

A little girl who cries whenever you put her down, making household chores and creating impossible, but who loves her mama so much, and gives the sweetest hugs and kisses.

An apartment that is getting too small, a family that needs its own yard, and rooms to shape and mold as they desire. A husband who longs for his own property, own space. And yet, we have made so many memories here: babies conceived and brought home new and wrinkly to this place. First Christmases and Birthdays.

A bedroom that is a far cry from a peaceful haven: a bedroom, an office, a workshop all rolled into one. But what a blessing that it is so large, and has windows looking into the most gorgeous maple. I am thankful, today, for the new, larger bed that we were given, a bed that will hold us and all our kids when they come screaming through the darkness with bad dreams and a need for closeness to mommy and daddy.

The lack of time to devote fully to my shop, my worries about how to get my name out, my desire to sell every thing I create, for others to love them as much as I do. Thankful for this opportunity, and for a sweet man who is willing to let me try.

So many little things to worry and fret over.

So many things to rejoice and be thankful over.