The other day I was having a moment
a sad moment
I just needed to be alone.
I needed a few minutes by myself
to cry in peace.
And I did.Once I collected myself and started walking down the stairs
the smell of coffee seemed to fill the air.
Huh?
You need to know something.
I don’t drink coffee.
I love the smell but I don’t like the taste
so there is never a pot of fresh coffee brewing in my house
except if maybe I am having company (I wasn’t)
which is why the smell of coffee was so odd….

And then it all made sense.
As I walked into the kitchen I found this:




I was not thrilled with what they had done
BUT
with it happening right on the heels of “my moment”
it just made me so very thankful.

Thankful that I have these little ones
to play with
to hug
to discipline
and
to clean up after.

As I cleaned up the yummy smelling coffee
I cried
only this time
they were tears of joy.
🙂

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