Little Miss Gigli is napping. There is SO much to do around the house. Laundry is overflowing. Bathrooms need cleaned. The lawn needs mowed. The list goes on and on. I look around and feel completely overwhelmed by the fact that there just isn’t enough time to get it all done.
Then I look at Little Miss Gigli’s messy playroom…
…and the shoes by the front door.
And instead of seeing a mess, I see beauty.
I see Little Miss Gigli’s imagination at work in her playroom. I see both of my girls going out for adventures in those shoes. I see their childhood.
It’s moments like these that things start to shift into perspective for me. One day, Ziti and I will have a disgustingly clean, immaculate house because the girls will be out with their friends. Going off to college. Starting families of their own.
One day, I will not be tripping over Dusty the Airplane in the middle of the floor. One day, I will miss it.