Today we woke up to snow. My eldest was sleeping in. The two youngest put on their snow boots and coats and ran into the garden in their PJ’s.
Instead of letting myself be guided by what others might think -“they shouldn’t be out in their PJ’s”- I let myself be guided by their joy and enthusiasm.
That was a delightful sight and a twenty minute scene I wouldn’t have wanted to miss.
It made me realise again how nice it is to be grateful for small things. Now I need to go and make some hot cocoa.
How do you find gratitude? In small things?