you look up &

your first born has a hospital stay after an allergic reaction
the week after his little lungs were congested & he was feverish
your husband is knocked out with the flu
you have a looming deadline at work

your second born has discovered her hands, how they work and
how to blow raspberries
both your house and your car is over run with stuff and bags galore

and somewhere in that insanity you pause to count your blessings
because there are always abundant blessings to count
and life seems good and full despite the plans that fell through or
the dinners that never got cooked

and you find yourself smiling listening to bubbles splash
while he spins a tale....almost bedtime for all.