I wasn’t in the greatest mood this morning. Kinda grumpy. Annoyed and frustrated. My kiddo doesn’t feel great, my kitchen floor (and bathroom floor, for that matter) is filthy, the cat is walking around the house crying and Molly is gagging for some reason. I want to let Miss K run around the backyard and play but there is a large amount of dog poo that I don’t want to clean up. There are like 9 loads of laundry that appreared overnight that I need to do.
I continued to maintain my sour state and replay in my mind the reasons I am justified for feeling crummy.
Until I went outside to tackle at least 2 piles of socks and workout clothes so my poor husband can have something to wear to the gym.
And I saw this sitting at the bottom of the washing machine….
It’s one of my daughters little people. She loves these things and I know it got mixed in because she likes to drop them into drawers, baskets and tubs.
I stared at it and something hit me like a dart in between the eyes.
THESE are the days I am going to look back on.
THESE are the days I am going to remember as some of the best days of my life.
Someday, when my children leave our house and I am sitting with Sean and enjoying the silence one evening, THESE are the days I will fondly recall as some of the most joyful, meaningful and precious times of my life. Not the easiest or most glamorous, but the most purposeful and special.
THESE are the days that my Lord has given as a gift.
THESE days, with my child, are few and fleeting.
And POOF. My attitude changed.
All from looking in the washing machine.