As I walked around our home one morning last week I became keenly aware that everywhere I looked there was evidence that a toddler lives in our home. Many days I look at those little “toddler traces” and become annoyed or overwhelmed by the mess.
But on that particular day, I wasn’t overwhelmed by the mess at all. Instead I was overwhelmed by the meaning of each sweet scene. I realized how each little item pointed to the blessing that was sweetly playing in her room. I almost had tears in my eyes as I took these pictures.
Soon two little girls will be leaving little traces around our home, and I pray that every day I can view each little trace as a reminder of my blessings. That my mind would first remember how lucky I am to have those sweet gals to make those messes in our home.