I sit here wide awake at almost midnight. I am replaying the day in my head. A day that WAS only one day. It feels so long. It feels like so much happen and yet so little. The day was filled with the normal things, getting the boys to school, getting Aly to preschool, cleaning, making meals, picking up the kids from school. It was also filled with extras, not one but two specialist meetings, banking, extra school work sent home and finally one precious moment. A moment that to most may seem small. Breakfast with a group of adults 8 of us in total. 4 of them complete strangers I’d never met before, 2 I have met but don’t really know and one I would like to call a new friend. Today her and her husband blessed me more then I think they know. A week ago I messaged this friend and asked if she would like to get a coffee for some adult chat while i had kid free moment while Aly was at preschool? She declined as she was busy, no problem, life is busy. However she suggested instead getting together today as a group. The idea sound great and I thought nothing else of it until this morning. This morning I awoke, exhausted and dreading the endless list of things ahead and then I remembered the breakfast get together. How was I going to do it all? But I couldn’t cancel. I went feeling like I was wasting time stealing time, time that was needed else ware. I went not knowing it was exactly the opposite. That stolen hour was a gift, it re fueled me and gave me the strength to face all the tasks I had ahead and to enjoy doing them (except maybe the dishes 😉 ).
I am so thankful for the gift of time that I was given. Thank you for sharing your time with me. I received the gift of that hour tenfold and for that I can not thank you enough.