After I walked back from taking Zoe to the summer school bus I decided this morning was a great time to do a little weeding. I didn’t frantically grab huge handfuls like I usually do, instead I methodically got down and picked them out one by one. Sure, there are still about 1,000,000 to go, but the morning was too perfect to worry about all of those. I focused on the cool breeze, the beautiful colors of the flowers (wether they be intentional flowers or flowering weeds..), and the blessed life the goddesses have given me. For a moment I thought how it felt like fall instead of the end of June, but I didn’t grumble or moan about it to myself, I remembered all the things I love about fall, with the larger harvests, the pumpkin patches, the cool air.

I then walked in the back yard, which I usually wish wasn’t so cluttered (well, a huge pool will do that…), or so close to the neighbors, or home to a falling down shed, and that’s when I noticed there were raspberries to pick!

I keep wishing that our house was bigger, or cleaner, or that I could muster up the energy at night to run around with the girls and play instead of plopping myself down in front of the tv or reading in bed, or that we had more money to do more things, or buy more things… but what does any of that matter? Well, besides the more energy to play with the kids.. but that will come too. I won’t be pregnant forever (well, hopefully???? right????) and tonight we are planning some tv off family time with Zoe (Darby won’t be home til late).

I am just grateful. That is all. Sometimes I need to give myself a little shake (ok, sometimes a big shake) and open my eyes and tell them to see what my heart already knows… I am blessed.