We let the kids stay up later than usual, we put them down to bed and we stayed up past three am talking about life, the now, the later, the news and caught up just like old times. The good kind of late night conversations where it feels like it’s been 15 minutes and it’s been hours. We rose with the kiddos (my sister and my babes) and spent the morning drinking coffee & eating doughnuts and the afternoon playing and picnicking at the park. There was nothing extravagant on the agenda but the goodness of living in the moment and enjoying one another.
As I laid in bed last night sleep deprived but with a full heart, I couldn’t help but think about how grateful I am for the day’s events and relationship I have with my mom. One that I know we both would ever happen through some of the really ugly, rough seasons of hurt. I’m grateful for forgiveness and the ability to forgive because sometimes life is about being knee deep in the muck of broken-hearts and rough patches.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that even after the roughest storms the sun is able to shine if when you think it may not. Giving grace and forgiveness breaks chains and gratitude makes for a fuller heart. I’m so grateful for the past few years filled with far more goodness than not. I’m grateful for mom that has taught me so many life lessons (good and bad) and set the foundation of my desire to be a mama. I’m grateful my sweet babes have an Oma that loves them and finds such joy in her grandbabies.
I’m grateful for rich memories of just living and loving well.
This life, it’s a good one.