I have had a full day.
It started with making pancakes, berry syrup, and bacon for my family. At breakfast, I talked my husband into staying home for the holiday. After breakfast, I got talked into a hike by my sweet and convincing husband. We came home and edited more of a wedding we shot last weekend. I took care of my poor, sick teenager. I folded and put away two loads of laundry that had been sitting at the end of my bed for days. I fed my sick daughter’s gecko. I finished the day by tackling the sink full of dishes.
And throughout the day, I was searching for what I was thankful for. I kept waiting for a big moment that would stand out. I was waiting for the extraordinary, but the extraordinary never came. Just the ordinary, everyday things. While at the sink with far too many dishes, my eyes were opened. Asking what I am thankful for throughout the day made my day full of thanksgiving. The act of searching for the wonderful makes the ordinary things extraordinary.
Today, I am thankful for eyes wide open and sinks full of dishes that allow you time to think.