100 Days to 1000 Blessings - Day 7

I'm going to do something a little different for this today.  I found this poem tucked in a file folder, edges curled and slightly browned.  It gave me some needed perspective on the disaster area that is my house right now.

I'm thankful for the muddy floor that greets me every day; 

I'm thankful for the dirty socks that on the floor do lay.

I'm thankful for the fingerprints that deck both chair and wall;

I'm thankful for the daily dust that on the desk doth fall.

I'm thankful for my kitchen sink that hides the dirty dish;

I'm thankful for the splattered wall from when I fried the fish.

I'm thankful for the Cheerios, Playdoh, and other yuck,

And all the stones and crayons that plug my sweeper up.

I'm thankful for the toothpaste smeared on the bathroom door;

I'm thankful for the wad of gum stuck to the kitchen floor.

I'm thankful for the scattered toys that often pierce my feet

When I must run to get the phone before I have time to sweep.

I'm thankful for the mending that I love so much to do,

That I hide it in the corner and buy them something new.

I'm thankful for the unmade beds that mean I'm not alone;

I'm thankful for so many things that make our house a home.

by Michele T. Huey