Dixon Details

I was feeling a tiiiiiiiiny bit frustrated with all the messes I was picking up today.

I first had to deal with the grape juice on the carpet.

And on Reese's clothes.

And his shoes (his new, very white shoes).

And it was a lot.

Believe me when I say that.

A lot.

I then had to deal with the toothbrush that Reese was putting in the toilet and then in his mouth.

Over and over.

I sure hope he doesn't get some awful disease.

He now knows how to open doors (and toilet seats).

I'm doomed.

Next was the baby powder all over himself and the floor.
At least his room smells good.
But it's not so fun to clean up. And of course there's the usual breakfast and lunch disaster.
*Sigh*
Yep. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself.

Then.
I went visiting teaching (yep, you can click on that).
And I read this:
"Female roles did not begin on earth, and they do not end here. A woman who treasures motherhood on earth will treasure motherhood in the world to come."
(Julie Beck said that. She's a rock. Go ahead. Click on her name . . .).

And it got me thinking.
I do treasure my life at this very moment.
I treasure my boys.
All three of them.
I treasure my home.
And all it's imperfections.
I treasure my knowledge of things earthly and things spiritual.
I even treasure my calling--you can click that one too.
(I know, I know).
My life is a treasure.
Mess and all.