Life is a great bundle of little things.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
We are four weeks into the school year, and the little things of each and every day are adding up. The here and there, the whens and the wheres and the how much? I can feel it really settling in this week, and I try to keep breathing, I try to keep track... and I am thankful, once again, for teens who drive. I'm not sure I could keep up with Camden and the rest of this hectic life. Today, as he headed off into the dark morning, I asked Nothing tonight? His Right! made me smile, and though I couldn't see his face, I'm betting it wore a smile of relief. Yes, tonight he only has homework.
The days are long... starting before dawn and ending in exhaustion, with a million little daily tasks sandwiched in between. Making lunch, heading out to work, dropping a girl at the zoo and returning to get her, thinking about dinner and then making it appear, keeping track of the calendar, laundry, shopping... the list is endless. But that list? It makes me thankful, too. I had no grand dream for my life besides it, wanting always to be a wife and mother. Some days it feels too much, and others, not enough. But every day, there is so much to give thanks for. Being able to accomplish any of it, having the ability to move and stretch, the kisses goodbye and hello again. And all of these little things add up to make this one lovely, hectic life.