Sifting through

We are still sick. One, two, three, and a half of us are grumbling around trying to keep kindness the rule. We all feel crumby and it's so easy to let the crumbyness slip off our tongues at each other.

Kindness. And Joe delighted me this morning.

He was cold, "I wish I had a Snuggie," he says. As he climbs into my lap, "at least I have a mommy."

I am grateful for these things in the midst of crumbs.