It started at 7am, when the sun was just peeking over the horizon and my favorite little voice called me over the monitor, "Mamaaaaa, can I have some cereal please?" Truthfully, I wasn't totally grateful in that moment, but this wake up call came 45 minutes later than usual. Thank you for progress.
The morning ran smoothly... boys fed, changed, clothed for the day. Dishes done. Time on the couch with Lute, watching "the train show", all before 9am. Thank you for early productivity.

At noon my mom arrived to watch the boys. I had three hours to myself to run mundane errands. But it felt like a vacation - half an hour at Starbucks, reading the paper and sipping a tall mocha (with whip because I am pregnant, thank you baby). A leisurely hour wandering the aisles of Target, where I finally found Diesel, the train that Lute has been asking about for weeks, who we have been promising to find, but to no avail. Thanks, Target. No little

voice asking for snacks or drinks or when we can "go pay"... Then off to the grocery store to stock up on necessities. Who knew running errands alone would become a luxury? Thanks, Mom - for always being so willing to be with my boys, for loving being with my boys...
I am thankful that Target had Elmo books for a buck, of which I bought three, and that meant almost an hour of cuddle time alone with Lute before bed (because we had to read them each more than once, you know).
And once all was quiet and the toys were picked up, and the dishes were done (again), I am thankful for the snuggle bug who quietly sipped his bottle and slept on my shoulder for over an hour before going down for the night in his crib.

All in all, today wasn't much different from any other day. But I am oh so thankful for all of the little gifts that I got to experience through others. Thank you.
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