Out of the ordinary

I woke up this morning with a headache and went right back to bed.

When I woke up the second time, I walked out of the bedroom and saw a box in the entryway.

This box (not pictured in the entryway):

My heart started skipping.

[My heart automatically starts skipping when I see a box in the entryway.
Or on the porch, on the table, on the car seat, in my purse, on my pillow, in the mailbox. Boxes generally mean surprises and I am girl who loves that kind of surprise.  Boxes are my friends.]

These flowers were inside, carefully protected from the cold and snow.

You might think that it has become such an ordinary thing around here–finding flowers on our porch each Sunday.

There have been more than 20 blooms–and it is anything but ordinary.  It is perfectly otherwise.

I find myself thinking about the generosity of these wonderful givers more and more often.  Why in the world are we the recipients of this consistent kindness? 

And what in the world am I doing to be the same kind of human being. 

A human being being kind.  ~smile~  A human being being more consistently kind.

Happy Month of Thanks and Giving.