the perfect kind of day

As I type this, there are toys scattered on the living room floor; the bathtub is littered with tub toys, and the washer is full of clothes containing grass stains and yogurt smears.  I've swept the floor today more times than I can count and wiped the table off no less than ten times.  My attempts to fold laundry were interrupted for frequent play breaks, while some things are impossible to get done when a certain little boy insists on me holding him.  To some this may not sound like a productive day or a very fun day, but to me, it makes for the perfect day.

There is such a peace in my soul...I feel like I'm finally where I supposed to be, doing exactly what I've always been meant to do!