The Older I Get, The More I Understand "The Good Ole Days"

Thank you, God, for my messy house. Thank you for scattered toys, plastic fruit underfoot, and missing shoes. Thank you for crumbs on the sofa, and juice on the floor. Thank you for those nights "Wiggle" wants to rock, even though there is laundry that needs to be done. For I know, all too soon, these days will be gone. The house will be orderly. There won't be any chocolate milk stains to remove from any pj's. I won't have to end my day looking under the chairs and coffee table for any "little people" zoo animals that might have gone astray. And I may get in bed earlier. Maybe sleep a little later. And I'll remember how it felt to hold that precious little girl against my chest and sing "Love Lifted Me" just "one more time." Thank you, thank you, thank you...............