Messes

Yesterday, my sister and I drove (with our four little girls) to visit my dad who lives two hours away. It had been a while since we'd visited...and by a while, I mean a while. Our dad has always driven to us, therefore the vice versa didn't happen much.

After spending a day with my 72-year old dad (who's in great shape, btw!), I came away with a mixture of feelings. Satisfied - because he was still active & busy. Sadness - because....there were no 'messes' .

I look at the photo above. The place where all my people love to throw their flops/shoes/whateverneedstostayoutside. I usually sigh when I see it because....well...it's a mess. Dirty glasses & dishes in the sink - a mess. Wet towels on the floor when they should be hanging - a mess. Endless fingerprints on our glass doors - a mess.

I'm sure my dad misses those messes. The messes from activity and kiddos. From husbands and wives. From life that goes by way too quick.

I leave for Africa in one day. If you've noticed, I haven't blogged much. Instead, I've tried to focus on my own 'messes'. Making sure I don't miss one opportunity. Giving extra hugs and kisses. Reading that extra book. Laughing at my potty-training daughter on the toilet saying "Mommy.....look! Apple Juice!"

Oh my.....I love these messes. I do.