This past Sunday we celebrated mother’s day! Every year in the very back of my mind I always have this day perfectly planned out. I wake up after a full 9 hours of sleep to my hubby and darling children serving me tacos and margaritas in bed (it’s my mothers day dream) I walk down stairs to find a sparkling clean house and there is a nice warm bath waiting for me to sink into. While in the bath there isn’t children or dogs trying to crawl in with me. It’s pure bliss
Ok snap back to reality. Kreed woke up with the roosters, and because it was mothers day I pretended to sleep so Zach would get him ha! And he did. But, feeling guilty I got up too. Kreed has been teething and SO grumpy but through all the tears Zach got me a cup of coffee. My darling Rylee woke up and must missed the memo on mothers day because she was sassy, like a 13 year old who just got grounded sassy. As we all started getting ready for our day adventure to Taylor’s falls; Zach quickly ran into the bathroom before me and flipped on the shower and lite a candle. Throughout the day we had ups and downs, lunch reservations were ruined, poopy diaper explosions happened, and bickering occurred. It wasn’t the day I had dreamed up in the back of my mind….
It was better! There was tears followed by laughter, bickering followed by forgiveness. It was a day of deep meaningful love. I didn’t allow “my expectations” ruin my day. I let life happen and I found more joy than I could have ever dreamed.
Our family isn’t a Hallmark card. Our joy isn’t wrote out for us. We find joy among the chaos. Sometimes we really have to search but it’s always there.
“May the God of peace fill you with joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the holy spirit”
All God wants us to do is have hope, and trust that joy is there!
What a wonderful thing.