smudgy handprints on the windows.on walls.on doorknobs....smudgy handprints on my heart.
woodfloor has dirty laundry.crumbs. bits of cut up contruction paper...woodfloor echoes the sound of their little feet.
couch pillows un-arranged. couch blankets not folded right. comfy couch cuddles us when we snuggle to watch a movie.
kitchen is a mess. dishes. food. wrappers. this a kitchen that only makes food with love
dining room table holds homework. plates. cups. left open cereal boxes. dining room table holds our unforgettable time when we come together as a family to say grace and eat.
garage is a mess of bikes. scooters. skateboards. sidewalk chalk. footballs. basketballs. soccerballs. and hula-hoops. garage stores our things. garage stores our photos, our stories, garage stores our family heirlooms and memories.
tear streaks on a dirty face, tears for discipline, tears of compassion, tears of joy and happiness. tears of knowing I will never get these days back.. tears of knowing this is all happening too fast for me to take it all in. tears of undescribable gratefulness that God has blessed me this way.
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