It's not November, yet I'm still Thankful!

So, if you've read this blog for any length of time, you know that I do not participate in those "Giving-Thanks-every-Day-Of-November" things.  Partially because it's a high bar to set.  I'm not one of those people that can actually be thankful every day for everything.  Sometimes, days are just really bad.  I can give the 'pity' Thankful awards to life, breath, mostly alive children, shelter, etc.  But it's just the principle.

Also, I don't like putting myself in a position where I focus more on the 'stuff' God has blessed me with instead of Him.

But, today, I am thankful.  For the last few weeks I have this overwhelming sense of gratitude.  Not for anything in particular, just my incredibly blessed life.  And even on bad days, I still feel blessed at the end of the day.  So, outwardly, I may seem like a petty, Scrooge-y person.  But, I'm not really.  Promise.

Today, we started out visiting a potential homeschool co-op.  R was against it, and was not going to "school."  The other two were mainly indifferent.  I was blessed with kind faces, a low-key atmosphere, and plenty of understanding while I chased my brood around with my ginormous pregnant belly.  All three kids were in tears when we left.  R, because it would be until September until we actually attended classes there.  B, because I didn't let him go back to his class and see more of the toys.  D, because she wanted another cookie.

This co-op is pretty much exactly what we've been looking for for the last two years and I'm so excited to find it.  And the cost is must less than we were expecting to pay for - bonus!

This evening I got an email reminding me that our homeschool consociation (yes, that is the correct word) needs cookie donations for our annual day at the capitol.  And I was reminded just how incredibly blessed I am to live here.  A state that we already call home.  A state that just so happens to give parents the liberty to educate their children as they see fit.  God put us here before the idea of homeschool was even a thought in our heads.  For Mr. P and I, it's just 'home.'

In between all that time, we got to watch our oldest perform a special routine before an NCAA gymnastics meet. What an incredible opportunity!  The other two also loved it, D especially loved the snacks (are you noticing a theme with that one?).

Seemingly ordinary days like these sometimes make my heart want to burst.  There was nothing overtly special about today.  Nothing most people would look twice at.  But, my heart is overflowing at God's continued faithfulness to this little family.