This little piggy came home!

Today was just an ordinary day. Ben had a doctor appointment this morning, I worked a few hours, and Elijah did some schoolwork. We went out to Yoder's, a Mennonite store about an hour from here where I get my wheat and other whole grains in bulk. They also have a huge assortment of goodies that we don't get unless we go there: mustard pretzels for Abbie, butter pretzel braids, and dark chocolate covered raisins. So we came home with lots of stuff, a fifty-pound bag of hard white wheat, and a serious lust for the awesome Whisper Mill. At $260, it will be just that for a while longer.

After we got back to Fredericksburg, I went to the bank, dropped Elijah off at Leah's school (she needed strong hands to help her turn cello pegs so she could get the instruments tuned), stopped at the auto parts store for my lost rotor button, and ran in Wal-Mart for coffee creamer. Mornings are not happy without it.

It was a completely uneventful, boring-ish day. Just stuff. Same old, same old.

Until I saw this on the counter:


I made this piggy bank when I was 11 or 12 years old. My friend Cathy and I went through a ceramics-making phase that lasted months. Everyone in my family got something—vases, eyeglass holders, bowls—if it could be made, we made it.

My little brother, Tom, has had it all these years (I may have made it for him—I don't remember). Anyway, the little pig made me smile. So I will sit him on my desk and let him remind me to smile often.

What silly thing do you have that makes you smile?

Be thankful ~

Karen