Thankful for little hands and big watering cans that honor the seeds I planted months ago by giving them the water they need. What a gift! It’s not everyday a 3 year old helps me with my chores from miles and miles away.
Thankful that the shedding of (many, many) tears leads way to conversations that need to happen, and that bring much needed light and truth into my struggles. Humbling and hard, but worth it.