The French Babbette

Hectic schedules get in the way of things sometimes...okay most of the time...we end up running in every direction except toward each other. I'm taking a moment to recognize in my own little way the man that supports me and loves me through thick and thin. Maybe I can't always see this? Challenges are what make life interesting, right? Overcoming them is what makes life meaningful? I heard something meaningful on the radio this morning. The topic was being grateful. Some exhilirating tv watching for the last day or so with 33 miners stuck 1/2 mile underground for almost 2 months. They have brought the world back to reality about what is important and being grateful for what we have in this moment. So this woman calls in and says she and her husband have a term they say to each other when one or the other is being 'stinky' (that's what Sephra calls it). The term you ask? 'coming home doesn't permit you to stop being nice'. Most of us spend all day everyday being nice/cordial/understanding to complete strangers, but we come home and leave that simple humanitarian idea at the welcome mat. Today I am grateful for my children, my husband, my life and not being stuck 1/2 mile underground wondering if I will ever see the sun again. I will be compassionate. I will look at both sides of the story. I will not take everything to seriously.

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