A small victory

I washed the dishes today. I even unloaded the dishwasher. Some would be like…well that’s great Kat but…umm what’s the big deal?! The big deal is that this was a small victory that warrants celebration. The big deal is that for almost a week I’ve been in bed. Not really able to amble about to take care of the little things we always take for granted. The antibiotics seem to finally be kicking in, but I worry that this may mean my body is building a resistance to the antibiotic I’ve now been on at least 4 times in the last 6 months. But I washed the dishes today. I even put a roast in the crock pot to make sure that this evening after a week of my husband sacrificing his rest time to take care of me ( and doing it with no complaint) on this day my husband will come home to a dinner he does not have to cook and a kitchen he does not have to clean.

I think we sometimes take for granted those little things. The way clean laundry smells, the way your favorite dish soap smells as you’re washing dishes. I know its been a while since the scent of yummy pot roast has wafted through our abode. But today all that is different. It’s a new day and a day where things that have fallen by the wayside are being done.

It leaves me to wonder how many things we pay little attention to until they go undone. There are some things which are far bigger than a few dirty dishes in the sink. Like when is the last time I looked at my husband and said “I love you” and not just in response to him saying it first…I mean when is the last time any of us looked at one of the incredible people in our lives that bless us so much and said “I love you?” Moreover, when is the last time we earnestly said a prayer of thanksgiving for those who have blessed us. Yesterday was Father’s Day and I got to tell my dad that I loved him and as I went to sleep I thanked God that I had such a wonderful mom and dad, who did their best to raise me right.

Every Monday morning Chad gets up early to head in for staff meeting and every Monday morning he wakes me just enough to kiss me goodbye and tell me he loves me before heading off. Every Monday morning just before falling back to sleep I thank God for my husband and ask Him to be with Chad that day and be with us. I did the same thing today. Then I got out of bed, got my bowl of honey nut cheerios, enjoyed the cool breeze coming through the window and embraced a new day. A day in which the process of being sick, is now giving way to healing. I went to the kitchen and washed the dishes thanking God for good smelling dish soap and thought that I should sit and write. If only to take a few moments to be thankful for this day and the new beginning it brings. Here’s to hoping I’ll stay well this time. If not, here’s to finding peace in knowing that even as Chad and I go to doctors again and again, God will not ever leave us and He indeed will give us the strength to get through to another good dishwashing day!! So celebrate your small victory today, afterall small victories are victories, sometimes we just take them for granted but today they need to be celebrated!