Gratitude … A Perfect Reminder Over Spaghetti and Meatballs
Last night at dinner, I fixed one of my family’s all time favorites, spaghetti and meatballs. My husband and I tried to review a few brief tips for eating spaghetti at the table, but I have to just throw it out there, Kids + Spaghetti = One Giant Mess.
My daughter lifted a noodle way over her head, tilted up her chin and slurped it down. I didn’t say anything. I watched a bit amused, fighting the urge to laugh. It was all over her face and eye brows. She caught me watching. She grinned one of her giant ornery grins, which at that point, I never know what I’ll get. But she amazed me and said, “Thank you mommy for fixing me spaghetti. I really like it. I cleaned up my plate. See?”
Her sweet little voice and the sincerity in her face, melted my heart. I quickly said back, “You’re welcome, sweet pea.”
I admit, in my life, I haven’t always been the best at saying thank you and why. I don’t think I learned how incredibly mood altering a heart of gratitude can be, until much later. But now, I try not to miss the chance. I try to look up and notice what’s going on around me, because everyone makes a difference, and sometimes I honestly feel we forget that part in our daily lives.
So today, I want to throw out there a huge thank you. Thank you for taking the time to get to know me on my blog and to follow my Facebook posts. It all takes time, and time is one thing we never seem to be able to hang on to. Lastly, I found this really great picture of pinterest, and it’s true. What if…