it’s not Valentine’s day.

i was up all night long with our dear little L.
he is sick yet again.
not only does the ever-present threat of having to take him to the hospital
nearly make me sick, the gigantic possum i saw lurching around in our front yard
at 3:53 this morning also does the trick.

but, God is so good.
He really, really is.
not only did our pediatrician think we did not have to head to the hospital,
i somehow escaped a much deserved parking ticket.

while i was at the pharmacy, i picked up a bucket of army guys for D
and got out a little sparkly red notepad for K.

and yes, they were totally and completely used as bribery.
and yes, they worked like a charm.

to top off our day, Valentine has died.
i am much more devastated than i ever though i’d be.
and i’m being totally serious.
he was a part of our family for fourteen months.
he ate every meal with us.
D is sad.
K thinks we should get a new fish at the fish store.
i’m not sure if we are going to get a replacement or what.
what i do know is that we are going to bury him in our backyard tomorrow.

from all of the excitement this morning, i was utterly zonked by this afternoon.
i was so close to getting a nap, i could almost taste it.
but then, yep… you guessed it.
L woke up.

i would have liked to climb into the hamper and spent the day in there as well.

i did not accomplish much of anything today.
and you know what?
it felt great.
i have been a multi-tasker my entire life.
you probably wouldn’t even notice me getting more than one thing done at a time.
i’m that good.
but today, it dawned on me.
i finally got it.
i need to practice the art of doing just one thing at a time.
i still have the words running through my head
that my sweet friend Jill used in her comment:
“I love how living in the moment means appreciating everything that is prohibiting us from our ‘To Do’ list. Tough for us planners. But so worth it.”

yep, she’s right.
it is so worth it.

“It is good to praise the LORD
and make music to your name, O Most High,
to proclaim your love in the morning
and your faithfulness at night,
to the music of the ten-stringed lyre
and the melody of the harp.
For you make me glad by your deeds, O LORD;
I sing for joy at the works of your hands.
How great are your works, O LORD,
how profound your thoughts!”
Psalm 92:1-5
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