I didn't look inside. Didn't have to. I just smiled. Assuming. And I was right.
We have a thing for coffee mugs. He gets a new one on the morning each child is born and we've been collecting them on special days since our Hawaiian honeymoon. Not just that. You may remember my coffee in the morning post (here) and how meaningful it is that he makes the pot we share every day. If there's a cup leftover after our morning cup and his 2nd to-go, I save it for when I miss him while the kids are napping.
Sound too personal & nostalgic to have a point to this post?
I happened upon a blog I've never found before.
At first glance, her blog looks like most all of the other mommy, wife, making the most of life blog I subscribe to. See it here. But it won't take long before you realize there's something different from the others.
Here's the note she posted that really got me.
This one with the raw details of the day is as far as I could get.
I closed it. Prayed for her. Asked forgiveness for my ungratefulness. And now I'm sharing with you.
I hope you'll read it & let it inspire you to cherish what is yours. The predictable, even painfully so days of motherhood and housekeeping and plain-old-life.