Spilling

I don't what it is lately, but I find myself being extremely grateful for the little frustrations in my life right now. It's as if my heart is so full of love for my babies that it's starting to spill over.

So, that's what this post is being dedicated to; those frustrations that are basically the Lord's way of telling me that I'm the luckiest person in the world.

*Tonight I am grateful for the hour I spent waiting for the hot water to refill because it means that my girls had a blast in our shower tonight playing "Rio Birds".

*I am grateful for the dinner mess my girls made because I have food to feed their hungry bellies.

*I am grateful for the toothpaste that was mashed into the carpet after bath time because my girls have a love for teeth brushing.

*I am grateful for the fighting because my girls are growing closer to one another everyday.

*I am grateful for the toys that always need to be put away because it means I have children in my home.

*I'm grateful for bedhead the girls have in the morning because it means that they slept well.

*I'm grateful for the smell of breastmilk that seems to follow me everywhere because it means I've been able to nurse.

*I'm grateful for all the stinky diapers because it means my babies are healthy.

*I'm so grateful for little girls that secretly stay awake past bedtime and then call for their dad as soon as he gets home because it means I have a wonderful husband who's a wonderful dad.

*I'm grateful for the loud knocking that takes place while I try to nurse Pudee in my room because it means I'm always needed.

*I'm grateful for sticky fingers that always seem to find their way into my hair because it means that I'm able to hold and carry my kids around, even when they're sticky.

*I'm grateful for the 45 minutes I spent trying to get a sobbing Sloane to put a band-aid on her bloody finger because I'm the one who gets to stay home and take care of her when she's hurt.

*I'm grateful my pre-pregnancy pants don't fit because it means my body changed to be able to carry three babies. This is something that past-Tanshyle never thought she'd say, but I'm glad for the wider hips, the extra weight, the stretchmarks and the curves. It's something you always worry about before you have kids, but after the kids are here it's SO UNIMPORTANT. I'm happy the Lord gave me my pregnancies and if carrying a little bit of weight is part of having babies, then I'm all for it.

These little frustrations aren't going to be around forever. The time I have with my kids while they're little is so limited. I hate to think that there are moments when I'm wishing this time away because this is one of the most important times of my life. Believe it or not, I'm sure that there will come a day where I will wish for sticky messes, spilled milk, fighting over baby dolls, diaper blowouts, couch cushions scattered all over the playroom and, yes, even potty training accidents.

There's never a dull moment around here and I'm so grateful for that.