gratitude - realizing that little things mean alot

Well sometime I just need to be hit over the head, at Ikea.

Saturday I was at Ikea with my eldest and his intended (the future Mrs. eldest) and we were shopping for couches for them.  It might have been more a case of them seeing what they could talk me into buying for them.  Well I am proud to say, I bought them meatballs. and some potatoes too.  But that's it.  no couch, no leather chairs, I did not cave!

But we were in the housewares and the future Mrs picks up a cutting board and shows me saying that I might like this one.  The eldest says in the most casual of ways "my mom doesn't need that, she uses the one I made her."  

Now I don't normally give much thought to the cutting board selection, but he clearly does, and it meant something to him that these years later after he made it, I'm still using that board.

And standing there in the kitchen section of Ikea, my little angel reminded me that everyday we have a chance to show the people in our live how much we love them not in a great big bow on an oversized present way, but in a one small slice on a cutting board way when we think they aren't even looking.

Thank you Mr and future Mrs for the little words and the giant reminder.  Today I am grateful to you.

Hugs and Stitches

Megan

Comments

[Deb]

Thanks for the reminder!! Such a sweet, sweet story!