This morning I witnessed a beautiful thing.
Most of us are lucky enough to experience beauty everyday in some form or another. Obviously, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and totally subjective...
Things I found to be beautiful at 20 may no longer be the case and vice versa.
When you google (yes, Corey, I googled this) beautiful things, you see images of-
a horse in a flowery meadow
women in various forms of dress (or undress rather)...
all beautiful things.
But, this morning, the 32yr old mother than I am was witness to a truly stunning display. An act so amazing and rare that one may actually be so bold as to qualify it as a miracle.
Allow me to enlighten you...
I call this piece
6yr old boy begs to vacuum on his own at 8:15am
Truly glorious (insert sounds of angels singing from on high)
Now I realize this seems a bit dramatic, but for the love of all that is holy people, I vacuum anywhere from 1 to sometimes 4 times per day depending on what the kids eat.
The idea that someday all of these kids will be old enough to where I can successfully farm out a hefty heap of these chores is about the most amazing thought that can cross through my home-making mind right now.
A little boy who begs to clean...
a thing of beauty?
Yes, yes it is.