For the Birds

I've been thinking a lot about blessings this week.  I read Stephanie Nielson's book, Heaven is Here, and Kelle Hampton's book, Bloom.  Either one of those will give you a booster shot of positivity and gratitude, but read them both in the same week and you might feel like you're the luckiest gal in the galaxy.

I sure do.

Quite honestly, after reading Stephanie's book, I felt guilty for even contemplating complaining about absolutely anything, and feel so spoiled to have fingers that can play the harp, legs that can pedal a bicycle, the simple ability to reach the top shelf to get the brown sugar down for cookie making with Pearl, ironing Ryan's work pants, folding all those miniature clothes, changing another diaper, taking a shower by myself, sweeping the kitchen floor, again, getting a decent night's sleep, my children coming to me for help.

Some of these things I take for granted being able to do and sometimes complain about or get annoyed doing.

Complain less,

savor life more, 

enjoy the affection of Azure more, 

the funny, but mischievous nature of Clover, 

the pure joy Olive radiates, 

Pearl's constant need to know what the treat menu is going to be for the day, 

Divine's obedience, 

Drummer's absolute, utter adoration of me, 

and Ryan's deliberate-ness and nurturing nature,

I'm not promising another complaint will never come from my lips,

but a big dose of perspective is sometimes a whole lot more healing than any prescription.

No offense to my fine feathered friends, but complaining is for the birds.