First, I've been enjoying lately all the kiddos crowded on my big bed reading bed time stories or telling bed time stories. The kids have been into hearing stories about when they were littler, and I'm having to think how to make their lives into interesting stories for them to hear, and when I am able to do it well, they love it.
Next, its so good to have friends that you can talk to and don't mind listening and you in return don't mind listening to them. Friends that understand that you are a sensitive soul and want to build you up instead of tear you down. They are worth so much.
And despite the bad about the incident last week, I'm so thankful for good neighbors. Ones that invite you into their home unannounced and share a peanut butter cup with you and let your children play freely with their own. Ones that when you call them in a pickle they help you out of it by lending you a car seat so you can get to co-op and the doctor because your baby ended up with a double ear infection. Or that the folks at the corner produce store know you well enough to feel comfortable giving you hand-me-down clothes for your children because they see you as a friend and they are watching your children grow right along with you.
And last, this. The opportunity just to play and love.