Paw Prints in the Snow

Last week I was reminded about perspective.

For the last three years, right around this time of year (just before Christmas or just after Christmas), we seem to get hit over the head with an unexpected  something or other (for lack of a better term.  I am about to have a cup of tea and am hoping I may be able to think of a better word in about 10 minutes.).  Leaky roof.  Leaky septic tank.  Leaky car.  It reminds me of opening the back door yesterday morning and finding a dead mouse on the steps, left there by my favourite feline companion.  I know I should dispose of it but honestly, I just want to step over it and hope that it removes itself.

Mike and I balance each other well and while he has bemoaned each situation, I have been able to pronounce the merits of being able to do a load of laundry without creating a puddle in the backyard, for instance.  This year, however, was the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back".  "Really?!  Again?  Why us?"  I was right there with Mike, shaking my fist at the world and the beginning of the year.

Then I happened to be talking to a good friend and suddenly everything was put into perspective.  We love our house with all its creaks and cracks. It is our home.  Our kitchen is a bright and busy area of our home.  We eat well and we eat often.  Most importantly, we have each other.  I couldn't think of any other people I would rather spend my days and nights with.  We are happy and we are healthy.  The boys are healthy.  When put into perspective, that straw is exactly that.  A straw.

So while sometimes I find a dead mouse at the back door, other times my favourite feline companion will leave paw prints in the snow for me. And coming upon a good paw print?  Well, you can't help but stop and admire it, even if there is a dead mouse beside your foot.