The Martha in me was defeated today…and the Mary…overjoyed! While cleaning there was just one thing I couldn’t bring myself to wipe away…a little hand print right smack dab in the middle of our front window. I used to make myself crazy trying to keep windows and mirrors and appliances and anything else that seemed to attract smudges from little hands sparkling clean. Not only is it a lost cause…and it will drive you mad…it is also a precious reminder that my children are here. My house…my hands…and my heart are so full…and it is incredibly, amazingly, completely wonderful! There is dump truck and shovel in the sandbox (which I need to bring in before it snows) and shoes that never seem to have mates by the back door in the garage which we are forever tripping over. My van is littered with cheerios and fishies and other unidentifiable things and I just found a toy plane underneath my desk and I LOVE it! The things that used to drive me up the wall are now things that make me stop, smile…and as long as I’m being honest…sometimes cry…and say thank you! These kiddos won’t be little for very much longer (sniffle). So for now I am cherishing their precious little hands…and any smudges they make along the way…each moment I have them and taking the time to stop and thank and praise God for them.