Pondering Thank You

I believe that we are all connected and together we gather at a certain time (in spirit) to review the heart of everyone's desires.  Then, we connect people and moments in time & spaces to provide opportunities for each of us to make our desires a truth.  Why would we do this?  Because, at our center, we truly desire the best for each other.

So, last night, before bed, I said "Thank You," to The Universe.  That is, I said "Thank You," to you.

My night's rest was so peaceful that I woke up and said "thanks for a good night's sleep and the day ahead of me. "  I visually created a blissful morning by seeing myself calm and happy.  Then, I said to The Universe, "This is my heart's desire."

I went downstairs to a wintery wonderland day, the kind I love.  My husband advised me that we were to expect 7" of snow.  He departed to run a few errands and I realized that the kids were still asleep.  

Alone at last.  Could this be every mom's secret desire (a moment of peace and happiness, with sleeping babies and husbands that run errands)?  I smile, check my emails, take a shower, plan my day and begin reading a book over a cup of tea.

Two hours later, I realize I need to get dressed and awaken my 3 year old for ballet.  Journey, the perfect ballerina, fairy, princess toddler, would never intentionally miss ballet.  So, it is no surprise that just as I enter her room, she awakens with a smile.  Getting her dressed is no problem, she fully cooperates (after all, it is ballet).  She's dressed and her hair is combed in record timing.  We go downstairs to gather morning fruit & granola to take along for the ride.  Then, we begin to put on our outerwear.  

My husband rushes in, ten minutes beyond the time we agreed upon, (to ensure a punctual arrival at ballet).  "The roads are fierce," he exclaims.  "People are sliding everywhere and I witnessed two accidents.  In fact, I just missed being a part of one of them.  So, be careful."  "Okay, " is all I can say.  "Gosh, I feel awfully calm," is what I am thinking.

The car is clean and as it turns out, I experience nothing but perfectly shoveled and salted streets.  My daughter and I arrive with time to spare and secure a perfect parking space.  Today, somehow, I thought to dress her in a manner that was warm and extremely easy to undo for class (I'm never this good), so she's ready before time.  I discover she has left her ballet slippers somewhere and immediately one of the other ballet moms offers to watch her while I go back to the car to search.  They are exactly where they should be (on any other day, my husband would have removed them when he cleaned out the car).  

Journey's in class, happy and fully immersed in a world of ballet & girly stuff.  So, I decide to take a leisurely, wintery walk to the Starbucks, just two blocks away.  The barista informs me that the espresso machines are down so, he gives me a free cup of coffee and a coupon for a free cup of anything at my next visit to any Starbucks.  The coffee is yum.

I get back in time to chat with a few parents and read a chapter of Eat, Pray, Love (If you own this book, you know that the chapters are super short; perfect for homeschooling moms that are constantly being interrupted by children that are afraid their mother is reading something that separates her from their world).  

When class is over Journey cooperates again.  We play in the snow and get in the car and return home warm and safe.

So, I've come to the end of a perfect morning. Perfect in every way. Is it just my perception or is it just because I said "Thank You."