So this was going to be a post of complaints. I was planning on complaining about my kids being continuously sick over these last couple of months. I was going to complain about how I've only made it to the gym a couple of times per week because of these feverish, coughing, balls of snot.
I was going to complain about how my drive to get my kids to eat better has not yet produced mini foodies. I even had a quote ready: "There's nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food." - C.S. Lewis.
But, as my laptop was warming up, the doorbell rang. The FedEx guy left me a present on my front step. I opened it, and immediately remembered why I set out to do this in the first place. My challenges in life are small and ordinary.
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