The Importance of Small Things

Today I *deep breath*

• returned some trackpants that WonderHubby didn’t like,
• searched the local chemist stores for (and found) “our” brand of antihistamines,
• had pizza for lunch with my mother,
• picked up some great bargains at the op shop,
• borrowed some scrapbooking books from the local library
• before picking Mr Bump up from preschool,
• and then spent the afternoon cleaning up after Mr Bump’s progressive mess party.

Oh, and I went to the doctor’s, where she gave me the “all clear”.

I do not have breast cancer! ~Just a lumpy breast.

Great news, hunh?!

But the best part of the day was when I turned off the vacuum cleaner and heard Wren calling me from outside on the trampoline.

I was feeling pretty grumpy, what with all the mess my 4yo angel had created for me.

But then on the spur of the moment, I climbed on with her and we bounced together.

It took about 2 minutes for Mr Bump to come out to see what all the giggling was about.

And then we all bounced and giggled together.

I was too tired to make dinner after that, but when WonderHubby came home, he made a lovely dinner for us all.

It’s the little things that count.

I am truly blessed.