From where I sit, I can see the little messes that freckle our home.
Discarded clothes, a dropped blankie, piles of books, stacks of videos, and snack crumbs polka-dot the floor.
From where I sit, my hands almost itch to swoop around and tidy up, putting toys back into labelled baskets, throwing this sock into the laundry basket, sweeping up yesterday's muffin dust.
I must remember to run the extra carseat upstairs to the attic, when I get out of this chair, and stack the storybooks into neat piles.
But from where I sit, I look away from the mess and down at my baby, her small hands nestled against my warmth, her round cheek echoing the shape of my breast, her eyes latching on to mine as I gaze at her beautiful little face.
The rest just kind of fades away, from where I sit.
Beautiful. Beautiful words, and that last photo slays me. You are sitting in a wonderful place. From where I sit, I see a computer, files, a bookshelf, printer, another desk, a phone and flourescent lights. I miss your view.
ReplyDeleteThanks Steph! I needed this today. I've been sitting a lot this week with a sick little lassie, trying to ignore the messes too.
ReplyDeleteAnd that, I do believe, is exactly what should happen! The moment you are in is so much more important than any pile or misplaced book (or toy or cookie or lego!) You are right on track, mama! Wonderful! ~ Paula
ReplyDeleteSo Lovely! Oh I miss those sweet days of nursing littles. Enjoy these moments...believe me the mess will wait for you!
ReplyDeleteLovely :) reminds me to treasure these kind of moments and forget about the mess around me for a bit.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful views you have! :)
ReplyDeleteYour words resonate with me so. Thank you for sharing them. Hannah
ReplyDeleteYour view is perfect. Not Pine View, nor Mountain View, but Now View. Beautiful.
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