But as I was leaving the mall, that I did a bad thing. I can't tell you how many times I have tried to park in a spot in any random assortment of shopping establishments and I have been incredibly irked at the person who left their cart anywhere but the cart corral. In three seconds flat, I morphed into That Person. I was in such a rush to get my over-shopped-baby *see below* into strapped in and said cart corral was so far from where I was parked. I sheepishly pushed it to the side, jumped in my car and drove off.
While I'm embarrassed of my deed, it got me thinking. How many times do I get irked at people all around me, not fully understanding the thought behind their actions?! How many times do I judge before I know the whole story? How many times do I get frustrated inside, instead of responding first with grace??
More patience. More understanding. More grace.
This is my constant battle I fight. Maybe someday, as I work on it little by little, I will choose graciousness first. And maybe I will also never ever abandon an oversized, red cart where someone else will park.
*this is Emmett's post shopping, I'm-Not-Impressed-With-Your-Attempts-To-Impress-Me-With-Mr-Monkey Face*
In other random news.
I cooked my very own supper last night after almost seven weeks of consuming delicious meals from friends and about a dozen too many nights out to eat. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself.
I took Emmett to his six week check and discovered that this little Chunky Monkey is about to top out at 14 pounds. This mother is producing some kind of solid cream over here.
I am super thankful for the Ergo that our dear friends gave us. You now can find me cruising around town like some kinda of baby wearing maniac.
Lastly, I am officially addicted to posting black and white Instagram photos, this blog and kissing my Little's chubby cheeks.