A. Gift card for a massage
B. An excessive number of goodbye kisses from my boys as I left for work
C. The 45 solid minutes I got to read my book while my kids played happily outside
D. The steak my husband grilled for supper to a perfect medium rare
E. Isaiah saying, "I love broccoli!" and voluntarily snarfing down two pieces of broccoli at supper.
I've decided that E is more of a miracle than a gift, so I'm going to go with ALL OF THE ABOVE! Seriously, Evan and I were just gaping at each other across the dinner table, silently asking one another what kind of body-possessing alien had taken over our son that he was so jazzed about his broccoli. It took me back to the days when he would gobble up nearly anything I gave him.
Lord, give me strength. He was 9 months old! Now he's like, a little man!
At least it isn't a Harley just yet.
And then there's this guy:
Yup, I'm a lucky mama!
