Friday Mornings

I realized this morning that every Friday is special.

Every Friday morning I watch Sesame Street. And every Friday morning I make waffles and Tommy and I sit at the table and eat them together and talk. I look forward to my Friday mornings all week long because no other morning during the week looks like it.

I guess I never thought I'd be thankful that I was a working mom. I never thought that this was going to be the arrangement that I not only wanted, but what I needed too. But I am. I am thankful for a flexible job with a boss who brings me pumpkin spice lattes on a weekly basis. I am thankful that my evenings with Tommy feel rich and playful. I am thankful that I have Friday mornings that are just mommy and Tommy time - it's something he can count on and look forward to as much as I do.

Perhaps I'm beginning to learn what it means to choose joy and be thankful for where God has me in every place of life. It's something that I hope can spill into other areas of my heart.

Friday mornings always feel right. And I think I'd be missing out on how special this day could be if things looked any other way.