The other day….I almost had a bad day.
I was this close.
I had flat-ironed my hair in the wrong direction and someone knocked the giant chalkboard off the wall and it broke and then the sprayer nozzle on the sink fell apart and an entire colony of ladybugs scaled the dining room ceiling.
Everywhere I went….I opened my mouth…..
….and inserted my foot.
I wanted to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my randomly flat-ironed hair…..
…..and start over.
And at the end of the day as I stood in the laundry room folding towels….frowning….looking at my half-empty-glass-of-a-day….
….I heard singing.
I promptly marched down the hallway with an attitude and a load of towels and an immediate cease-and-desist order.
But when I reached the doorway….I paused.
I stood still as the music danced around me.
There sat my husband…..playing the guitar….strumming and singing to two little golden-haired twins perched at his feet and staring up at him with bright blue eyes full of wonder.
Never missing a note.
I didn’t go into the room.
My eyes were filled with tears…..
….and my heart was overflowing with thankfulness.
Thankful that I had hair to flat-iron.
Thankful that there was water and a sink and a faucet and a sprayer and a kitchen and a farmhouse.
Thankful that the ladybugs only scale the dining room ceiling once a year.
And thankful beyond measure…..that two tiny princesses…..
….know what it is like…..to be treated like a queen. 🙂