I have no idea what the rest of the day will be like. But the day has begun much differently than expected. The garbage men are late, so my children were not awakened at 6:30 (or earlier!) by the squeaking truck brakes and whistles of the man tossing the bags into the truck. In fact, I hear them coming now; it's 7:30. Nice. Seriously, you have no idea how much joy this brought to my heart this morning, knowing my kids can get the rest they need!
As a result of this little blessing, Brian slept until 7 and came down on his own. (Elizabeth is still sawing logs up there.) I was nursing Katherine and he joined her on my lap, switching knees when Katherine switched sides. Katherine was uninterrupted by the extra activity. I got to caress my little boy, kiss his sweet smelling (because he was bathed last night!) hair, and chat with him about the scattered ideas that swarm around in a three-year-old mind.
It was precious. What a sweet grace from the Lord this morning, since Thursdays never start out so peacefully and so lovely.
Also this morning, I was praying for a family whose little girl is going in for brain surgery today to biopsy and remove a mass hidden in her little head. For 10-12 hours her parents will wait and pray, and worry and pray, and wait and pray. There will be no snugglechats for them with their daughter today, but I do pray there are many for them in the future.
May God meet you with His grace today, dear friends.
(By the way, Brian is now singing a song about farts. I do believe the sweet, precious moment has passed.)