Today E was sick again. Like really sick. We lay on my bed all day with her hot, sticky face on my chest. She whimpered and cried as her stomach got upset before throwing up. Hubs was a complete life saver today; he was home sick too, but he watched B and raked our leaves so that I could cuddle and soothe E. I had to force him to lay on the couch and let me make him lunch. He lives to serve me and make my life easier. I hope I can become as selfless as he is; I'm glad that I have such a good mentor to help me get there.
When E finally fell asleep, I walked in to find this. And the lyrics to a song came into my mind. "What a beautiful mess, what a beautiful mess I'm in. Spendin' all my time with you; there's nothing else I'd rather do." And it hit me how incredibly blessed I am to have this house full of people to take care of...laundry, sickness and all. Sometimes my house is a disaster zone (it's 11:24pm and the dishes need to be done, the laundry put away, and there are still toys in my front room...). But all this mess means that I was hugging those sick babies, I was attending 2 church obligations I had this evening while Hubs somehow got the kids in bed by himself even though he was feeling under-the-weather. It meant that I got home and decided to spend time with a very deserving husband who'd been ignoring his own needs all day. The mess means that there is tomorrow and all of those things can be taken of then. I truly live in a beautiful mess. And I'm forever grateful.
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