Today

I woke up this morning to the same mess that we had deliberately neglected last night: dinner (and lunch) dishes in the kitchen sink, crumbs covering the counters, socks under the dining room table, myriad stuffed animals lovingly placed in a semi-circle in the middle of the playroom floor, etc. I also woke up this morning to a long list of things that I hadn't had time to do this week: writing a paper, preparing a lesson for church, preparing another lesson for church, emailing all of the parents in Julia's class, etc. And, to boot, I was Very Tired from having stayed up incredibly late to read an awesome book, under the pretense that I was too exhausted to get started on my demanding homework assignment. (It's called The History of Love. You should read it.) (The book. Not the homework assignment.)

And yet.

I woke up to infinite snuggles from Lexa-Boom, who laid on my chest for quite some time before it occurred to her that she needed to make a call on my cell phone. I woke up to 3 little girls getting along. I woke up to time with sweet Julia, who found me when I snuck into her bed to get started on my lesson, and who also snuggled me while we discussed important things like What a Good Big Sister She Is, and Why The Little Mermaid Ride Is So Awesome, and Why It's Really Gross To Wipe Boogers On The Wall. I woke up to adorable Savanna, who got dressed by herself and put her own pajamas away and put a headband in her fluffy, curly hair and who smiles like the sun. I woke up to so many blessings that I usually overlook, or don't pay attention to, or just plain old don't recognize.

I woke up to my life.

And there just aren't words for how good that life is.