I'm ending today better than I began. Actually, the day began very nicely, with quiet Quiet Time and all my hot coffee before the boys woke up. But the whole "daytime" part of the day was pretty darn rough. Is it bad that all I really (really, REALLY) wanted to do was to clean my house? I mean, yes, it's nice to have a clean house. And yes, I'm much happier to go to bed in a few minutes with a cleaner house. But I was emotionally at war all day with my un-clean, attention-demanding boys. This is my problem, not theirs.
But anyway, the big reason I wanted to clean (other than there being laundry, toys, food, milkweed seeds and flower petals literally EVERYWHERE, ALL over the house) was in order to let my home know that I appreciate it. I do not actually anthropomorphize my house; it's more of a called-to-be-a-good-steward thing, wherein being entrusted with a big gift means I'm expected to take good care. (...We'll save the post on being a good steward of my children for another day, hopefully for when I'm letting God give me the grace for it. This was a bad day of accepting grace. Thank heaven His mercies are new every morning, right?!)
And the big reason I want to let my house know I appreciate it is because...
...one year ago TONIGHT (October 29, 2012), Andy drove to Watertown after school to sign the closing paperwork on our new home. The boys and I met him here afterward with macaroni and cheese for supper in the kitchen out of red plastic cups. Let's make it a macaroni tradition! So blessed to live here! Been praising Jesus for 365 days, and we look forward to many, many more.