Everyday at exactly 3:20 pm I call Dave after I leave work (pending I don't get delayed). Every day Dave asks the question..."How was your day?" to which I seem to never really have a good answer. Today was different. I really had to think about how my day actually went. Should I rate in on scale from 1-10 and if so what makes a good day vs. a bad one? Then I realized that every day that we are given is a wonderful day, a blessing! Sure some days are definately more difficult than others but I realized today that I sometimes just try so hard to get through the day that I completely forget to simply enjoy it.
As I look back over the course of my day I think of the wonderful husband who kissed me goodbye this morning, the father who called at 6:55 am just to say he loved me, the sweet little faces that greeted me this morning with a "Good morning Mrs. Pritchett" and a smile. I think of all my friends at work that make the day seem more enjoyable, and the teenage sons who still hug and kiss me every day, and the God who loves me even when I am unloveable. How was my day?
It was awesome!
