Thankful:

for the pile of clean clothes on my bed waiting to be folded, because it means we have clothes to wear.

for the eternally messy art drawer, because it means we have a creative 6 year old.

for the holes in the wall where a book shelf once hung, because it means we have an active baby boy.

for the doggy-noses (aka dog snot) left on our bed skirt, because it means we have a happy dog excitedly looking for his ball to play.

for the dings in the wall from the glider rocker, because it means we are reading to and rocking with our children.

for the fingerprints left on the sliding glass door, because it means that we have kids and a dog at home (and apparently, I'm too busy commenting on friend's blogs to clean...).

The idea for this post came about from a poem similar to this one. It's crazy how many things we complain about are actually blessings with the right perspective.

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