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Most days the measure of my accomplishments are tallied by the volume of tasks completed: groceries purchased, house cleaned, meals planned, laundry completed.  It is a simple life and, while I dread the mundane invariability of housekeeping, there is a sense of gratification in taking care of my family’s home.  Today I set aside the predictable pattern of my day and squandered stolen moments.

My son woke early and we bantered across the kitchen island over breakfast.  A shared sense of dry humor and a quiet moment provided an opportunity to begin the day with smiles and laughter.  It was a small moment, but I carry the image of my son’s dimpled smile with me.

Good humor was contagious and I quickly lost myself to my daughter’s company.  Her big brother’s school day already begun, our morning walk together was filled with stories and dramatic gifts of dandelions.  Today she created a game with her sight words that held our attention until goodbye.

Our children settled at school, my husband and I played hooky from our schedules and escaped to a late breakfast.  Sitting outdoors and visiting over the small indulgence of a favorite meal we stopped to smell the roses.  I have accomplished nothing on my list of chores, but today my accomplishments are measured in smiles.

Tagged: Family, Gratitude