Something for the "Count Your Blessings" file

My sister, who happens to be confined to a wheelchair, recently got a beautiful new minivan that is adapted to her needs and she is driving for the first time in her married life. She can pack up her three kids and get herself in the car independently. I talked to her today and for the first time ever, she was able to sign up in Relief Society to take a meal to someone in need. It made her so happy to be able to serve in such a simple way. She also relishes doing the most normal things, like being able to go to the store when she's out of diapers instead of having to wait for her husband to come home, or picking her kindergartner up at school. So, on those days when I'm feeling a lot like a taxi driver working for free, or all I want to do is stay home, or I'm prying month-old petrified french fries off of places in my car where I thought french fries could never get to, I'll think of my dear sis, treasuring being a "typical" mom of three kids, complete with the mysterious smells in the car and the cheerios stuck to the inside of the car window.