Even so, we don't always choose less and sometimes we find ourselves frazzled.
On Sunday night we got home later than we had planned from a Super Bowl party. All eight of us were exhausted. Two of the boys were bickering in the basement. The girls room was an overwhelming explosion of much fun had earlier that day, but an explosion none the less. So we threw everything off the bed into a giant pile in the middle of their room, found their covers, tucked them in, and turned out the lights.
Once all the kids were in bed, the Cowboy asked me if I was headed to bed too. I said no and rattled off a list of things I needed to get done before the morning to help our week start out a bit more smoothly, one of those things being the fact that I didn't have a single clean bottle for the baby.
I went to get my pajamas on and when I came back into the kitchen there was my man standing at the sink, washing bottles.
I smiled and walked up and hugged him from behind and whispered, "thank you." I could see his grinning reflection in the window.
He could have just gone to bed, but he washed bottles instead, and my heart soared.
I don't want to underestimate the seemingly small things.
How my heart longs to remember this constantly....
"You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love." Galatians 5:13
Yes, Serve one another humbly in love.
