Just 12 hours before this event, I had finally "started" my blog. I hadn't even written one blog post yet, and I was learning through mistakes already! My wonderful husband was going to do some painting. After a wonderful trip to Menards, my 2 year old son came in beaming as he "helped" his dad bring the paint into the house. He decided that he should try to lift it and hand it to me. I quickly realized that it was way too heavy for him and helped him lift it onto the counter. He was so happy it was on the counter, I didn't think anything of it. Then SPLAT! I had turned my back as I was holding my10 week old. Before I could even get turned around, I heard a scream of a cry. My thoughts raced with the fear of it landing on my 2 year old! I turned around to see paint ALL OVER the kitchen floor, the cabinets and dishwasher, and none on my son! I quickly grabbed him to take him to the other room to check him out. Thankfully, the paint can had not touched him and the only reason he was crying was because there was a huge mess. He kept saying "mess, big miss" (all through tears of course). He waited patiently at the door--still crying--as my husband and I cleaned it up. I normally would have been very upset about the mess and would have been frustrated all day about it! However, I was very humbled and grateful for the grace that was allowed for my son to have no injuries. I was also humbled by a 2 year old's patience in such a frustrating situation!
Thankful today!
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