I was sitting on the couch yesterday, snuggling with my daughter who woke up grumpy. I looked over and saw a perfect hand print on the gun safe that Josiah had just cleaned a couple days ago. I bet you are thinking, "What is a gun safe doing in a living room"? I know interesting decor, but it was that or animal heads in the living room. I opted for the gun safe.
Anyway, at first I did the mom sigh of frustration, but as I continued to stare at the tiny hand print, God started changing my heart. I began to wonder how I could preserve that sweet little hand print and never clean that spot on the gun safe again so that I could look at it after my kids are grown and out of the house and remember these sweet memories of when they were young. While I know it really isn't possible to do that, God helped me put things in perspective that morning and appreciate my kids even more. Yes, even when they make yet another mess I have to clean up or change another diaper. I know someday I'm really going to miss these days when they are little and still want to snuggle up to me when they wake up grumpy.