Expect less, love more

He took the kids and I have a quiet hour to contemplate the fresh store bought flowers on the table surrounded by bread crumbs covering the table left to right. And this man who turned 36 this week and how he loves... and the crumbs fall off the table and some things fall through the cracks. The crumbs fell from 40 egg sandwiches he made to feed hungry mouths... what of the crumbs and encrusted egg pans in the sink? Will I narrow my view to the undone, the unfinished, and the goals still left to be accomplished? Or will I count the blooms and the sandwiches and marvel in his strength? Lately, I have let go. I want to expect less, love more.