In the morning I look like the "Bag Lady". Literally, that's probably what my neighbors call me. I have a diaper bag, a purse, my basket, a bag for myself, Addy's backpack, and Olive's carseat to carry to the car. At a minimum. This morning I let out a hefty sigh as I bent over to pick up just one more thing when a little voice asked, "What's wrong Mama?"
"Just so many bags," I replied.
"I'll get this one for you Mama. You have too many already."
Today I am thankful for the Bag Lady's Helper.
Dear God, Thank you for opening my eyes to the small things. Thank you for giving me the opportunity today to take a grievance and turn it into something beautiful. Amen.
3 comments:
Don't feel bad. A kid at the grocery store told me I just needed a cat to complete my bad lady look! Miss you!
*bag lady
Things like this make everything worth it!
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