This past Saturday Jackson and I went to the park. After a LONG week of ER visits, dehydration, and high fever his relentless virus finally seemed to let up enough so that we could get out of the house.
And gosh was I glad.
It's been gray and nasty here for several weeks and it's really starting to weigh on my heart. Add in worry about a VERY sick 4 year old and you get one frazzled mama.
The kind who struggles with the motivation to get out of bed and do another load of laundry or sweep up more crumbs off the floor.
Then I catch myself and feel guilty.
"Some people don't even have extra crumbs to sweep up" I think.
And I know this, and so I try to brighten my outlook and face the day with what energy I can muster.
I wished the sun had been out when we went to the park, but in the end the trip there was just as good without it. We had the entire place to ourselves and Jackson was thrilled to bury my feet with rocks.
That night as I gathered up clothes to wash, three little pebbles rolled out of Jackson's pants and onto the floor.
A treasure from our day...and a welcome one at that.




















