The small things.

I was up late last night. So late, in fact, that when Chloe walked into our room at 8:46 am this morning, I shot out of bed, looked at the clock, and did an insane sprint trying to get her ready, her lunch packed and myself somewhat decent all to get her to school by 9 am. Fail. We rolled in about 9:15. You're just gonna have some of that... ;)


Pregnancy does a crazy thing to sleep patterns. It wrecks havoc. However, I am convinced, not quite the havoc that is going to be wrecked in a few weeks when a precious angel takes up those sleeping hours. As I was awake through the wee hours of the night, I was reading through blogs and flipping through online photo albums of Sean and I, and this journey we started together years ago. I was overcome with such emotion. Such joy. Such thankfulness. So blessed that the Lord knew just the man to complete my heart. The Lord had him hand-picked all along to be my partner. My husband. My best friend. I felt like a school girl looking through pictures and smiling at the memories that brought us here... Just weeks away from welcoming our little girl to this world.


We had been friends only a short time in the picture below... Who would have known this would be the man I would walk the rest of my days with.

Life is not perfect, but man, is it awesome. The little things that fill up the days and make it all worthwhile. The things like my husband walking in from work with a little fall bouquet of flowers that added just the perfect touch to the fall/halloween decorations I had been working on just hours before. It was the icing on my cupcake last night. It made me smile. The apple pie we stuck in the oven late, the perfect compliment to the cool rain falling outside and the fall candle I have been burning for weeks... trying my darndest to bring fall to SC.

These smiles are the ones I want to remember. The little things. The laughs. The hugs. This is what makes our life magnificent and ordinary at the same time. 

He makes me smile. 

Every single day. In the midst of the chaos, the running, the things that make up our life, he makes me smile. Life, I'm certain, is made of the small things. And I am thankful. Thankful for him. For our life. For the small things.

"To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony."
-- William Henry Channing (1810-1884), American Unitarian clergyman, writer and philosopher 

And this is my prayer. Our symphony. We find joy in our life. Our love story. That we may find joy in the small things.