My Everyday

High-pitched girly giggles, baby dolls lined up in a train of chairs, hunger cries, broken crayons scattered across the floor, dried glue and pasta stuck to the dining room table, endless loads of laundry, "this little light of mine" sung over and over again in the highest girliest octave imaginable, this is my wonderfully blessed life. Often times I can't believe that I get to do this, I get to be their mom. I may not have it all together all the time but I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that my girls know/will know how much I love them. That sitting on the floor and playing doctor for the millionth time in their room is the only place I want to be and they know that. I thank God every chance I get. This is my everyday. This is our wonderfully blessed life.