Grace in Small Things #4: Kidlet Edition

I need to post an extra one of these today because it's been one of those Mondays--not the kind that makes one want to smash the alarm clock and crawl back under the covers a la Garfield, but nevertheless, a Mondayish sort of Monday. So the small things matter, and I have two small boys who offer these reminders of grace:

1. DramaBoy running wildly across the daycare gym when he sees me walk in, shouting Mama! and then throwing his arms about my neck in a baby bear hug...

2. The Widget looking adorably confused as he looks for his coat (Coat! Coat! he insisted, walking from hook to hook, peering behind bags in case he missed it somehow) because he doesn't quite understand that on an 80+ degree day, this isn't part of the routine...

3. Delight and rapture on both kidlets' faces as they stand, faces pressed against the glass railing, gazing out at the wind-tossed lake, on the deck patio of the lakeside restaurant where we are meeting their grandma for an early dinner...

4. Giggles erupting from the backseat as DramaBoy does and says silly things for The Widget's amusement on our drive home...

5. Both boys singing along (nonsensically on The Widget's part; landing about 1/2 the words on DramaBoy's part since he's still learning the song) as their uncle and I sing a wonderful old British lullaby:

I gave my love a cherry that had no stone;
I gave my love a chicken that had no bone;
I gave my love a ring that had no end;
I gave my love a baby with no crying.

How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no crying?

A cherry when it's blooming has no stone;
A chicken in the egg has no bone;
A ring when it is rolling has no end;
A baby when it's sleeping has no crying.

Grace in small things. Grace in small people.