This morning my home was not at all tidy in any way shape or form. Each room overflowed with excess and more than enough, a blessing, yet frustrating in knowing the end of cleaning is no where near where it needs to be.
I watch my husband toil and work two jobs to give me the privilege of the life we share. I am humbled that even with such effort, I am short on the stick of measuring appreciation for that effort.
And so, as much as the party of pity would like to serve its seven course delights, I must go take time to do what I can do, here, now, and be thankful.
Shan
