I'm grateful for mud.

I know that I'm playing catch-up with my posts so you'll just have to bare with me until I get everything updated. But I wanted to write about an epiphany that I had last week. To set the stage I'll have to say that my house was super clean, not spotless my house will never be spotless but it was really really clean. I had done some deep cleaning and was just trying to stay on top of everything so I sent Myka, Adri and their cousin Andy outside to play so that I could sort laundry in peace. As I was sorting I kept hearing the door open and close. Each time I would holler up to the kids and they said that they were just going to the bathroom. When I got done sorting and went upstairs I froze in my tracks. There were 3 different sets of muddy tracks going from the back door, through the kitchen, onto the carpet, down the hall to the bathroom and back. All I could do was sigh, there went my clean house but then I had my epiphany and all I could do was smile. I am so grateful that I have two beautiful, wonderful daughters and a great nephew to track mud into my house. I am also grateful that I have a house for them to track mud into. I called Lance at work to tell him how blessed we are. Then I set to work cleaning up again and when the kids came back inside I didn't even mention the mess and just hugged and loved them all. So yes, I know that it sounds funny but I am grateful for mud and the muddy footprints that reassured and reminded me that I am so blessed.