I’ve been pretty grumbly lately. Stressed. Anxious. Rethinking this whole “being an adult” thing because, you know, I’d kind of like to quit being a grown-up now.
This is the view from my front window this morning:
And, believe it or not, it took damn thieving vandals to pull me out of my funk.
I am surrounded by goodness and good people. See…
This morning we were out of coffee and couldn’t leave because CSI had to process our vehicles (did I just type that? Yes. Yes I did.) and my friend Pam, bless her, brought me a whole carafe of really excellent coffee.
JP’s psychiatrist gave us three months worth of samples of his most expensive prescription.
Another friend offered a tiny (but oh so bright) glimmer of hope to my husband. I can’t say more, but seeing the smile on his face made my heart leap.
Witty, funny, hilarious friends who make me laugh so hard my body shakes.
A 3-year old who has Moves Like Jagger.
A 7-year old who says things like, “XC! We need to find a ball so we can share our feelings.” They were doing yoga, I have no idea what she was talking about, but it made me smile.
A 9-year old who, instead of freaking out about the thieving vandals, took the opportunity to make himself a badge that’s the exact replica of what’s on the CSI van.
Police who respond quickly, are friendly, and kind to my kids.
Kindness, where none is deserved, from a stranger thousands of miles away.
Automatic car washes. Holy crap dusting for prints creates a HUGE mess.
There’s goodness in the chaos. I just need to be willing to see it.