I wake up to various sounds, one being my husband’s alarm clock and the other being the morning call of an eight month old baby boy. Both of those sounds tell me it’s time to start the day. From the moment the feet of our tiny humans hit the floor, it is full throttle until they go to bed. I spend my days cleaning up the same messes over and over again, feeding the same foods, fighting the same battles, and experiencing brand new joys. Chaos is a word with such a negative connotation, if you think about it. What other words can we use to describe a messy day with both frustration and joy in it? How do you describe being covered in baby food and cuddles? What other term can you use for dogs and a toddler chasing each other around the house? I would love to come up with a phrase that describes the good and bad parts of our day, but I’m not sure there is one. I tend to complain about the hard moments, the times when there’s a mess everywhere around me. I complain about tripping over things or my husband forgetting to do stuff around the house, but if you really think about it, complaints can be blessings. I clean up the same mess over and over, but that means that our children have toys, clothes, shoes, and other items that they want. I’ve complained about never-ending dishes and laundry, but that means we have food to eat, a home to cook in, clothes to wear, and utensils to eat off of. I’m ashamed to think about how many of my complaints are really blessings that I take for granted. As for my husband and children, they are the biggest blessings of my life. God gives us the opportunity to find the joy in the day to day mundane moments. He gives us the opportunity to really think about the blessings we have, and, unfortunately, most of us do not realize what we have until it’s gone. So yes, my home is chaos…..such chaos, but it’s beautiful, and it’s mine.