I have had so many days lately where I run around rushing. Got to clean the house. The bathroom needs to be wiped down. The laundry is piling up. The clean clothes are folded but not put away. The floors need to be vacuumed and mopped. We still have boxes that haven’t been unpacked. So much to do and not enough time. But you know what? It can wait. Because these little girls of mine need me. They need to be loved, touched, hugged, taught, played with, inspired. They need to dance around the house. They need to laugh. They need to curl up next to me and fall asleep. They need to talk and listen to me talk. They need to run around the front yard. They need to get dirty. They need to splash in the bathtub. All my worries about keeping everything perfectly clean can wait. It can all wait. I would rather not let these moments when Shiloh and Capri are little to pass by because I care about having a perfect house. And when I am dancing around the house to Justin Timberlake while laughing and singing at the top of my lungs with Shiloh, I can’t worry about vacuuming. It. Can. Wait.
“Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?” ~Matthew 6:27