Went to Costco the other day.
I was waiting in line and happened to see a mom with her two little girls and their grandma. The adults were dressed as if they belonged to a prestigious golf club, and the adorable girls (both sitting in the cart, perfectly behaved) were dressed in the latest boutique clothes with matching hair accessories.
They were the image of controlled perfection.
And then there was...us.
My hair in a messy bun with a large belly and (I'm sure) some sort of stain on that large belly.
My crazy, curly haired little girl who likes to make her siblings laugh.
Three energy filled boys.
A giggling pre-teen.
And two carts.
I perspired through the line, and we all made it back to the Monster Marshmallow (the affectionate name for our new-to-us 15 passenger van) in one piece.
I loaded the two carts worth of stuff into the enormous vehicle and lugged my large self into the driver's seat.
Looking in the mirror, I realized I had a booger in my nose.
My thoughts went back to the golf club family, and I laughed at the juxtaposition.
Then I thought...
I'd rather have this.
Big belly, messy hair, wildness and all (except, maybe, the booger.)
This is my joy-filled life.
And I am thankful!