Joy Filled Moments

I never realised when I started blogging how much I would enjoy it. I had been thinking about doing it for over a year, but was very hesitant to make my life "public property". That hesitancy is what had prevented me from ever starting -- that and the fear of having nothing to write about.

I finally decided that I would approach it as I would my journalling. Before kids, I was an avid journaller. It quickly became the last thing on my list as babies two, three, and four arrived. I always knew I wanted to get back into journalling, but it didn't hold the same appeal that it did before the children were born. Words didn't always do my feelings justice, so I just quit writing altogether. With blogging, I can put pictures in to enable a better understanding of the moment. Being an avid (although not always great) photographer, including pictures really appealed to me.

I still don't like the idea of my life being on display and I try to be very careful about what I write because I hate offending people. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and I mine and I did not start this blog to use as my soapbox. My blog has become my haven -- a place to record the simple joys and the beauty that daily life holds. Believe me! My life is nowhere near perfect. I blow up at my children, there are small messes everywhere, a garden with weeds a mile high, things in need of repair, school lessons to mark, and laundry that still needs to be folded. But, if at the end of the day, I can look back and find the joy filled moments in it then I was able to find joy in the simple things.

So what were the joy filled moments today?

-An early morning walk with the Engineer.
-A cup of café mocha.
-The delighted giggles of my children.
-Getting the just barely hung up clothing off the line before an afternoon thunderstorm.
-Afternoon coffee with the kids' piano teacher.
-Watching the expressions play on my children's faces at dinnertime.
-Listening to André Bochelli. What a voice!
-Good night stories and hugs and kisses with the kids.
-A kitty curled at my feet.
-And looking forward to snuggling with the Engineer.

Gratitude is the memory of the heart. ~ Jean Baptiste Massieu