Sometimes It's the Little Things

The boys are in bed, Matt is practicing his guitar, the dishes are washed, laundry still needs to be put away (but it always needs to be put away!), and I finally get to sit down and blog. I've been wanting to blog for several days but just haven't had the time or the energy.

Also, I felt like there wasn't much to share. But, as the boys ran outside to watch the street sweeper this afternoon, I realized that life is not a trip to Disneyland. It's not a beach. Nor is it always an intriguing event just waiting to be blogged. Life is about all the little, normal things we do each day. Real life is subtle, routine, and sometimes boring.

It is in these types of days that we find all the little treasures that make life what it is.

Here are just a few of the most recent treasures I've discovered... this is what life is:

Seeing so much of your husband when you look at your son.

Enjoying the oranges from your very own tree.

Witnessing a four-boy pile-up on the slide.

And another...

Falling asleep when ever, where ever.

Taking a break from playing to be in awe of the street sweeper.

Being allowed free admission to your 5-year-old's Bedroom Museum.

If you look closely, you can see the dinosaur section, the Egyptian section, the shell section and the insect section... what you don't see are the rocks in his bed, the pine cones on the floor (ouch!), and the Pirate Treasure in the closet.

So, this is life. Sometimes it's exciting. Sometimes it's boring. Sometimes it just is. God gave me this life and the people in it. I love it and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world!