I Appreciate That

Yesterday I had to run an errand at 5:00 in the afternoon. We got home around 5:40 so you can imagine that getting supper on the table was a bit of a panic. I quickly heated up some leftovers, made a salad and mixed up some juice. (In my haste I did not do any measuring with the juice.)

We sat down at the table, prayed, and then Sam took a drink. Do you know what my sweet, gracious boy had to say about the juice? "Mom, this is good juice. It kind of tastes like water, but it's good."

It's so nice to hear kind words... especially when they are in gratitude for efforts that didn't have spectacular results!

I must remember this.