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It is a crazy world we are living in.  What, with Octo-Mom and bank bailouts and jobs shriveling up like grass in the summer sun.  

Crazy.

But, you know what I think?  It's not so bad.

Sure, we've got crime and pollution.  We've got recession (teetering more towards depression), we've got 100s of channels playing non stop so that you can get your smut 24/7.  

But, we've also go new and exciting technologies.  Little bits of data that can send my thoughts halfway around the world while I am still thinking them.  Cameras that document the growth spurts and slumps of my kids. 

It's not so bad.  

I've got these two lovely leeches that suck all my love right out, that fight over who gets to sit on the closest stool while we make cookies, that tumble over each other on the couch while we tell scripture stories.  We started this new thing, too, where we each take a turn telling everyone else at least one thing they did that day that we appreciated.  

Tonight Josh was thankful I let him play on the computer after school.  He was glad that his sister loves to play and is full of energy.  He was appreciated that his Dad talked to him while he played with his army men.  

Carly appreciated (and there is really nothing cuter than hearing that word come very deliberately out of her perfect little mouth) that I made dinner, that Dad let her take a bath, that Josh let her play with his army men.  

Eric was grateful I made a "delicious" dinner, that Carly was full of energy and always happy to play, that Josh did his homework.

And I was grateful that Eric helped me with laundry and talked to me while I folded clothes, that Josh helped put away clothes and cleaned up the living room without complaint, that Carly took a nap when I asked her to.

When you end your day with these declarations of love, its almost impossible to worry about current events.  

It's hard to get worked up when you've got so much to be thankful for, especially when the simplest of things are the sweetest.

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AMS said…
What an awesome idea! I think we all could use a little time to think about what we really do have and be appreciative of it. Plus it doesn't hurt to hear that you're appreciated once in a while :)
They need to read this on the radio or something.

Thanks -

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