Yesterday the mail greeted me with unusual kindness. This little pink guy was suffocating (I am sure) in the mailbox while waiting to sing “Skip to My Lou” for me. This is the 4th one of these strange looking toys that I own, but the first TINY one. I love tiny things. Especially weird, singing tiny things.
I celebrated an anniversary of sorts today. One year ago we sat in a doctor’s office and were told our world was about to change and we didn’t even understand it. One year ago we spent the day searching the internet for more information. For answers.
Today, I went through my day thinking about other people who have been here. People who have not made it to this point. In the days leading up to today I wondered if I would feel any different, like a child on his birthday hopes to feel “bigger.” I went about my day like any other day. I ran errands. I sewed a couple of aprons. I made cookies, went grocery shopping, picked up kids… I lived like any other day.
Tomorrow will be another ordinary day. I will exercise in the morning, (i.e. run, blech!) I will work on the pink flowers I am making, and maybe do some house cleaning.
The joy I felt when I opened the mail yesterday and saw the little singing toy is the same joy that I felt today. Sometimes I get grumpy and forget to see the beautiful, tiny gifts that greet us every single day. With one year down, I sure remembered today.