My nursing baby (while he is actually nursing and not spitting up, soaking wet from spit up, or turning red from working a burp in order to spit up).
My pink tulips in the backyard behind my house (who would have thought I would actually see the flowers in my back yard).
My 23 month old’s hugs and grins (from behind his nuk. We gotta start thinking of a plan to take that away).
My laughing husband (especially when we are laughing together and NOT when he’s laughing AT me).
My praying 3 year old (puhlease, puhlease, Jesus. Help my sister to feel better because her tummy really, REALLY hurts. Puhlease, Jesus. Amen).
My ready to go grocery list with my coupons and prices all in order (not in disarray spread out all over the table and counter and trash! Yes, I have been known to go digging in the trash–it’s nothing compared to my sisterchick, Dacia, who went digging in the dumpster at college for her keys she accidentally threw away).
My excited 5 year old (except when she is screaming with excitement. I don’t like the screaming!).
Let’s try to sing the song!
“My cute nursing baby and tulips in my backyard,
When Dash grins and hugs tight and my sweet laughing husband.
Princess Pea praying and Wordgirl who’s screaming………” wait, this isn’t going to work. I DON”T like the screaming.
“My Favorite Things.” Not that I don’t like whiskers on kittens and bright copper kettles, but those aren’t what I think about when the dog bites or when the bee stings. Generally, I think, “do I need to go to the emergency room?”
What are your favorite things to think about?