When Nick was born, I got all sorts of cards congratulating our family. One of them had a baby sitting on a floor littered with toys and blankets. "This is what the floor of heaven looks like." The card said.
There are times when I stress out with all the clutter and the objects that hide my rugs. I got twitchy, and start flinging toys into bins, clothes into hampers, or yelling at the people that are supposed to be doing those jobs.
I forget.
Yesterday I stepped out on the deck to fold laundry as the boys were napping. We had been playing outside, and toys were scattered all over. But it was quiet, and all I could hear were birds and a faint sound of construction somewhere. The sun was shining. It was warm.
And I realized that the mess was a symptom of a good thing. How lucky I am.
Not that I want to keep the mess.
1 comment:
Not that it wasn't a lovely post -- it was. But what the heck is Nate doing in that picture???
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