Their bedrooms are a little messy and their beds aren’t made.
Their dishes from lunch are piled in the sink.
Their pile of toys is continuously growing on the living room floor.
The kitchen table is covered in paper and crayons from their latest art project.
But they are here. And all of these little messes are signs of that.
I am so grateful for them. I’m grateful to get to sit here and play with them and snuggle them into my body. I’m thankful I get to listen to their funny stories and hear their laughter.
They are here and my heart is full.