Blessed

I have just been picking up the house (every mother's nightly routine) and a surge of joy just ran through me. Instead of complaining about my kids and their CONSTANT messes, I am just overwhelmed with gratitude for my kids. Sure, I just finished putting the clean sheets on MY bed that had to be washed after Brody and Avery devoured a bag of Doritos in this afternoon, leaving crumbs GALORE. Sure, I still have about eighteen baskets of laundry that still need to be folded TONIGHT. Sure, there are currently Lucky Charm's crumbled all over our living room couch that still need to be vacuumed off. Sure, there are a billion pairs of tiny little shoes all over the house that I have tripped on all day. Sure, the kids' bathroom is currently an "enter at your own risk zone." (Boys!) Sure, sweet Holland will probably be up at 5am ready to start her day since she went to bed super early tonight because she was cranky. But you know what??? I DON'T CARE! How lucky am I to be blessed with such lively, healthy, beautiful children. No doubt they will appreciate the things I do for them when they are older and have a family of their own. Right now all I care about is that they are taken care of and know how special they are and how much they are loved. They are all asleep except for my night owl, Avery, who is watching a movie in my bed. I laugh when I look at her because I see so much of me. Don't know where this is all coming from right now, but I just wanted to remember this moment. I love my family. Now I'm gonna go try and put a dent in that laundry ;)