April 4

While Abby had lunch with some friends, I ran the boys over to the Sports Park for a little baseball practice. As they soft-tossed the ball back and forth, I walked the perimeter of the field. I stopped when a strong gust of wind rustled the trees over the backstop and sent forth a shower of tiny white flowers.

A shower of blessings, I thought. And then when I considered the words, I realized how true they are: we're showered with blessings on a daily basis. Some are small like those little flower petals, some are mid-sized, and some are bigger than we might expect. But every single one makes this life better in one way or another, and for that, I'm thankful.