Honesty, Time, Wisdom, and Clothing

I was preemptively thankful for a safe drive home on Saturday but what I really am thankful for (now that I've lived Saturday) is the honesty of a stranger who kindly shut our van doors when the boys left them open and none of us noticed as we walked into the gas station.  He didn't take the iPads sitting in the boys' seats or the bags or the camera or my laptop.  He just shut the doors and found us inside to let us know.  He said something similar had happened to him in Hawaii and he was thankful he could repay the favor.  I'm thankful he did.

I'm thankful that this week the boys are at a scout day camp.  They're able to run around and have fun and shoot arrows and be boys and I have time to get things together at home during this week that is sandwiched between a week in Texas and my upcoming week in France.  And yes, it's nice to have enough time to grab a nap as well! (Silly pregnancy tiredness)

I'm thankful that as Geo was lamenting about one world terror or another, or maybe it was just the hard choice of which tennis shoes he wanted (it felt so Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day-ish) I was able to share the wisdom that thankfulness has been to me.  I was able to explain that at times when it's hard, that the thankfulness always precedes the miracle.  I was able to get him calm and have him repeat thankfulness that we have a Walmart (which is actually something I'm thankful for no matter other people's opinions of the place), that we have money to buy shoes when the old ones wear out (from the abuse put on them by a young boy using them as bike brakes, dragging his feet down the road), that we live in a place where shoes are common and thus protect our feet.  I hope this can be a start of a way he can view these struggles.

And I'm thankful today that my very fashionable SIL loaned me some very cute maternity clothes.  Fashion isn't everything (or even a major thing) but it is a thing and I'm thankful that I will feel put together as the growing belly pushes my standard clothes out of the closet.