Thankful for ignoring the weather forecast and taking a chance at the Playmobil Park. The weatherman was wrong, as usual, and there were only a few sprinkles.
Thankful for my friend Anne, who knew that her friend in Kentucky and her friend in Virginia would also be friends if ever they should meet. And we did today in Germany of all places. Thankful that Anne was right.
Thankful for juice boxes that can double as ice packs when kids fall and hurt themselves.
Most thankful for the kindness of strangers who don't speak the same language but share the language of motherhood. Thankful that when a three year old wandered away, this mother stayed with her until I found them. There were lots of tears. The three year old, me, and the other mother, who gracefully and silently left the two of us to cling to one another and just be thankful that nothing truly bad happened.
Thankful that the park had dryers for when seven year olds fall in the water.
Thankful for the 20 minutes it took for his clothes to dry so that we could just hang out together, he wrapped in a blanket and coloring a picture, me drying his shoes with a hair dryer, and talk about everything and nothing.
Thankful that we made it safely home.