I was just looking around the living room, admiring our "collection" of baby ephemera. (Honey, can ephemera be my word for the day?) Some people have well-ordered, well-designed homes, free of clutter and, well, baby stuff. It's brightly colored, large, and doesn't quite go with my decor. The bottles are piling up in the sink. The table is covered with links, a "bug", and a squeaky toy. And a baby bumbo seat. I'll pick it up in a few minutes, order things the best I can, and do it all over again in three hours.
Sometimes it can get really frustrating. I mean, I do and redo and redo again the same "pick up" chores sixteen times a day. But when I look around at all of the proof of Phoebs, I am so thankful. I rejoice that I even have baby mess to clean up! I started thinking about all of this this morning as I wiped spit-up off of my arm, jacket, foot, and flip-flop.
In other news, there's proof that fall may be right around the corner. Fall is quite seriously my favorite season of the year. Every year on my birthday weekend (in October), it seems like God makes the leaves tumble to the ground. It's remarkable! The cover of Southern Living is taunting me with autumn delights... I won't read it until it feels at least a little bit cooler outside. But this morning, Michael had me open up the back door to feel the breeze... and Phoebs and I decided to take a stroll. And even though I came home sweaty (I did walk for thirty minutes) and Phoebe came home tired, it didn't feel like it was suffocatingly hot. The breeze, the slight crispness.. all proof that fall is right around the corner.
And I'm reminded that there will be proof of an unclean bathroom if I don't get on the ball... :)
But my favorite kind of proof of all?
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims His handiwork. Psalm 19:1