It took a bit of effort for me to fit into the little house filled with The Mousekins, paper plates, drinks, and plastic dinosaurs. (Mickey had set up a dinosaur museum)
As I sat down to indulge in my Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich, I-out-of-curiosity- opened my sandwich to inspect Mickey's work.
I did not think I could stomach eating two pieces of dry bread with a faint taste of PB&J, so I said, "I don't have enough peanut butter and jelly on my sandwich, so I am going to go add some more"
~though the idea of unscrunchling myself out of my position on the playset was quite uninviting.
What happened next took me by surprise.
Mickey countered politely yet firmly, "Mommy, you should eat what is in front of you with no complaint!"
Turns out it appeared I was going to have to eat my own words. Literally.
Luckily one of the mousekins needed a refill on their drink and I quickly volunteered to serve them so I could sneak back in the house and slather a bit more peanut butter and jelly on my sandwich! phew!
Its moments like this that my gratitude soars... soaking up the beautiful day, with my beautiful children, wishing time would freeze this moment forever.
I feel like I have a double personality sometimes. I can go from a serene moment like this longing to never let go of my sweet angels.
The description of sweet angels in my thoughts has morphed into maniacal monsters!
Then God--in His great, sweet mercy plants beautiful times in the midst of my day to just drink in the beauty of getting to be with my children. Their sweet voices and endless pictures they draw for me, their declarations of love, their utter joy when I take the time to sit and "be" with them. What a treasure--and I want to hold it close forever...