There are so many things I love about my life. My husband, working @ YWAM Orlando, my friends, traveling and my mom. But one of the things I love most in life is spending quality time with Tysen. The question is: if I love it so much, why do so many things tend to come first? Cleaning (the perfectionist takes control of me in this area at times), phone calls, watching "The Ellen Show" :)- the list goes on & on.
But I am constantly reminded of a poem my mom used to say to me: "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow; but babies grow up, we learn to our sorrow. So quiet down cob webs and dust go to sleep. I am rocking my baby for babies don't keep."
5 years down the road our kids will not remember whether or not we had some dust or cob webs or streaks on the windows. But they will remember the park, walks, stories, adventures, and kisses.