The weekend didn't start off so great. Friday after work it began with an argument filled with my selfishness and miscommunication in which I was also a pretty big jerk. But by the time the Cardinals won the game, things were improving much to the grace and forgiveness from my husband.
Saturday and Sunday were what autumn weekends are made for.
Some morning chores.
An afternoon drive.
Red baseball shirts.
College football on t.v. that went into overtime.
Pasta in the oven.
New friends over for lunch.
Little boys in costumes.
My heart is full on this Monday morning, ready to start the day, the week, the upcoming month with a bigger heart of gratitude and less room for complaints and comparison. It is a choice, a choice I too often fail to make, but each day is a chance to try again. So I thank Him this morning for
and orange leaves,
fun-size Twix bars
and the continuous nudge to get out of my comfort zone and be pleasantly surprised.