Sunday, December 19, 2010
The Mess I Love
Mya is only ten months old, but she is already walking and play reading to herself. She gets into everything and then goes on to ten more things. At this moment my family room is strewn with all her toys, books, cookie crumbs, various bits and pieces that have made up her day of staying with Gramma. I know when her mother picks her up and takes her home tonight I will get a chance to sweep the floor and put the toys away for next time. Like a bath tub plug pulled all the noise and the days activities will whoosh away and I will be left with a quiet empty space. I will be longing for her to return.