Today I was at the Y running on the treadmill. I pulled on the sleeve of my shirt to wipe off my sweat and as I did I glanced down at my t-shirt. Sticking to my shirt were the three tags I was given when I dropped each of my children off at child care. One for each kid. Once again I was overwhelmed with how blessed I am to have been given these three precious kids. Its in the most inane things that I find myself speechless that God has trusted me with so much. I don't know what it is about the number three but it blows me away in every sense of the word.
As I continued my run I would occasionally glance up and a woman on the elliptical in front of me caught my eye. She had on an adorable outfit, her ponytail was perfect and she had a cute figure with no sign of varicose veins to be seen. I could have been jealous but the only thought that popped into my head was "I bet she doesn't have three tags." And as she finished up her leisurely workout and turned around I could see she didn't have any tags at all. And I thought to myself that I would take my poorly put together outfit, bag under my eyes, hair swept into a clippy look any day if that meant I got to have these three tags on my shirt. One for each precious blessing I've been given.