Thursday, May 1, 2008

Three Tags

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.

3 comments:

Tracy said...

First of all, I was wondering how often do you get to say "please don't pull on your brother's penis"- because that makes me laugh. If you say it often enough I might drive to TN just to hear it.

Secondly, I was wondering what it means if I don't have three tags- yet I still have bags under my eyes and poorly put together outfits? Is that a bad sign?

What about if I have a dog with silver spray paint all over him and I have no clue how it got there?

I don't think I can handle kids.

Amber said...

I had to write on your offical blog page:) I forwarded your web address onto some other moms and you are just a highlight.
Ok, so I don't have three tags..BUT I did find today that while Andrew and Austin were playing a coin machine, Austin had stuffed coins in his pockets.....AND into his poop filled diaper. As I changed him I saw all of the quarters he had shoved into his crap and decided it was not worth the $1.25 to fish them out...threw it all away:)

Leslie Pigg said...

Hey Lacey! I just read some of your postings and I am so glad to now save this to my fav's! I love your writing and can so empathize with your daily "plight" and your daily pleasure! I loved the three tags story, as I have sooo felt the same emotions of blessings in my life. Thanks for sharing!