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The weekly reckoning...
1024. Brooklyn bringing me a tub of coconut oil that she had gotten hold of, when verbally prompted
1025. and then handing it over without a fuss
1026. A freezer with an ice machine
1027. Brooklyn's deafening squeals of delight when she discovered that Adam was home in the morning
1028. Her new favorite activity - Leaning, with a Book
1029. Gourds, in all of their unique and knobbly beauty
1030. Adam and Brooklyn getting to spend some time visiting his parents
1031. while I spent five glorious hours Seeing People and Doing Things and Not Being Constantly Needed
1032. All getting the giggles together on the drive home
1033. The dresses an out-of-state friend made Brooklyn for her birthday finally fitting
1034. Her delight at dressing up, and the way any unattended clothing becomes a scarf
1035. A renewing evening with my Bear to end our three-day weekend
1036. Brooklyn (finally) adjusting to the time change
1037. Grace to make it through a long afternoon
1038. A dishwasher, so we don't have to do them by hand
1039. Sleeping in and having a jammy day at home
1040. Pomegranates - beautiful and delicious!
1041. Adam agreeing to a date night in because it was cold and I really didn't want to go out
1042. A car with a black interior and a functioning heater
1043. That Brooklyn does not have an allergy to nuts
1044. Time to take a bath and read until the water cooled off without feeling guilty about it
1045. Brooklyn sweetly sleeping in, despite the fact that she went to bed on time (but I did not and needed the rest!)
1046. Meeting Adam for lunch so that they could see each other before he has to be gone for a few nights

1047. The comforting simplicity of routine

Right. So, we're almost two weeks into November and I'm (remarkably) still on track with the one-thousand-gifts-in-a-month thing. But I've reached a quandaring point: I'm trying not to write the same thing every day (that feels like cheating, somehow) but so many of my days look exactly the same.

Get up with Brooklyn. Have breakfast together (the same thing we have every morning). Hang out here, me working on the computer while she plays, with pauses to read books aloud and sip pretend tea. Run errands, if necessary. Give her her snack. Have lunch and practice peace while she naps. Hope she doesn't wake up delicate (that makes for a long afternoon), then repeat the morning's routine (sans computer) until dinner. Eat dinner together. Bath (every other night) and bed for her. And then somewhere between the nap and her going to bed, Adam usually gets home and we spend a short evening together that involves some catching up and either board games or a movie.

It's a lovely system. I don't have a problem with it. But it is definitely forcing me to pay more attention to details - to note Brooklyn's quirks and developments, to count small steps as great strides, and in general it's increasing my awareness of how every little thing adds up and to truly understand the "butterfly effect" of the seemingly insignificant. Because in the end, every detail is a necessary part of the Story, and every breath and blink are gifts, and the existence of the mundane, the quiet routine that can be carried on even when you're tired or distracted or in need of rest and cannot think about one more thing, is yet another one of His mercies.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness! The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will trust in Him.
[Lamentations 3:22-24]

Won't you join us in counting (and recounting!) His mercies anew? Just grab a journal or notebook (it doesn't have to be fancy) and a pen and write them down, then join us each week to encourage each other by sharing all of the blessings we've spotted. Catch up on everyone's posts and if you don't have a blog, feel free to participate by commenting, instead!

Check out these #NewEveryMorning hosts, as well, and don't forget to use the hashtag on Twitter so that we can find each other:
   Kayla [at] Renown and Crowned
   Kelsey [at] Faith Fun and the Fergusons

Do you struggle to find the beauty in the ordinary?


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