I think we need to learn to celebrate our awesomeness! Those moments when we find ourselves being, well, awesome.
I just had one.
We had some new friends over this afternoon and I decided to bake brownies. But I didn’t taste a brownie before I served them (wheat allergies). Everyone ate them and seemed to enjoy…or so I thought.
In an effort to be kind, I packed up the remaining brownies, handed them to the four-year-old daughter and asked, “Do you want to take these with you?”
The most adorable little girl nodded yes!
I was awesome.
Until Leif looked at me with the what-are-you-doing-glance?
After our new friends drove away, Leif explained that the brownies tasted like bricks. Dry as the desert. Hard as a stone. Everyone was gracious, including the young boy who announced, “Look mom! They don’t even soften in milk!”
Somehow I missed that. And I sent rock hard brownies home with guests.
Yep. I’m awesome.
How about you?
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