Little Things

I've been looking for the joy in the little things lately, in order to brighten up my day during the mundane winter months. I see things like little hands that love to be washed. I see bum-in-the-air bear crawlilng in order to push around a toy car. I see a rotisserie style chicken from the play food sitting in the hen house of our Fisher Price barn. I hear, "It's Sunday." "Oh, SUNNYday!" I see a bed that wasn't made by me. I see smiles, love, service and a great family. Granted, sometimes I see oatmeal and sprinkles mixed on the floor or toy tug-of-wars, but it's all part of the experience.