Giving Thanks 3

Today was yet another doozy of a day in the Cummings house. Mae has a cold, and lets just say she has been in a less than perfect mood. I haven't been as patient as I would like. So when today I went to go put on a pair of my shoes and there were tissues stuffed into the toes I almost hit the roof. It was yet another thing to add to my annoyance. BUT then I stopped - after pulling tissues out of the second shoe - and realized that was quite a little surprise, albeit, not one that I was in the mood for. For my third day of giving thanks, I would like to say thanks for surprises.

How great are surprises? Even though I am the ultimate sleuth, I LOVE them. Back when Pearson and I were dating long distance, I secretly would hope, that he would surprise me one day and show up on my door step. Needless to say that never happened but I loved the idea of it and married him anyways. I loved the surprise of finding out I was pregnant (after the initial shock of). I LOVED the surprise of finding out the sex of my kids at their birth. I love the little surprise of running into someone randomly on the street. I love the surprise of finding a gem of a meal at a place where you didn't think it would exist. I love being surprised with a great gift.

In a life of too much technology, where you know where everyone is at any time and over scheduled, over planned moments, surprises are what I deem the simple joys of life.