Last night, I stepped from the playroom into the garage so that I could check on the laundry.
I had just cleaned the kitchen, picked up the living room and playroom, checked on Bodhi, and was ready to sit down.
How long is this going to take? What can I go do real quick?
Then I paused.
I don't have a few breaths to stand here until it is done?
So I stood and decided to count my breath.
I thought about how Z will stand in awe of the most simple things.
I thought about how lucky I was to be standing in our own home, in our own garage, with a working washing machine and dryer that I have all to myself.
I thought about how lucky I was to have a family to wash laundry for.
I thought about how the washer sounded, smelled, felt, and looked.
I folded the blankets that were in the dryer.
Twenty-two breaths and countless thoughts later it slowly stopped spinning.
I couldn't wait twenty-two breaths?
My mind sure can be busy about so many things that aren't even happening.
Sometimes I just have to pause and look at what is in front of me.
Sometimes it's easy to take what is in front of us for granted.
I'm glad when I pause to notice the simple pleasures in life, just like my children do.