So my house looks like a disaster area...

...but at least it's a pretty mess...as the dining room table and floor are covered in scrappy tidbits. I am in a hurry to finish up my projects before tomorrow's deadline...while Annabelle entertains both of us, by riding her "horse" otherwise known as the vacuum cleaner in a twirly skirt and cowboy hat, which she likes to wear sideways. Every few minutes she comes over to pick the threads off of my pants. We carry on these funny little conversations about nothing really. She asks me random questions like, " Mommy will you be my hugaroo? " If you are wondering what exactly a hugaroo is, take a look at this precious little book we are enjoying from the library this week. I say, " Yes, of course!" She replies to me " Okay. Thanks. "
Melt my heart, why don't you kid?

And I think to my self, life is so sweet. Everyday, ordinary life...big fat messy messes and all.
Speaking of which, I actually better get started on it now, if I hope to have the house back in to even the smallest semblance of order by the time David gets home. Because it's that bad.
So while I am working on that I will be thanking Jesus for all the little ways He sweetens each day...even the particularly not so easy ones.