Mess is all around me. Kids toys everywhere, laundry not put away, things everywhere because I just don’t seem to have a place for them … yet (due largely to the fact that I’m currently without a finished basement but that’s a story for a whole other post). Mess. Chaos. Stress. And in the midst of that, our family gets hit with a nasty stomach virus. Wow! That was a mess all of it’s own! I thought I was going to be safe from this one but last night it hit me and I was up most of the night dealing with that. Today was a day of healing, and stressing about a mess I couldn’t clean up because of how horrid I felt. And my kids making the mess greater. And today I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the mess because my kids were having fun. But more importantly I didn’t care because my wonderful little girls tried so hard to make me well. They brought me blankets on the couch and tucked me in. The oldest brought me her favourite stuffies to cuddle “because they will help you feel better Mommy”. And more wonderful than all of that, they came and cuddled me … repeatedly … just because they were sad to see me sick. So today, the mess can grow. I’m just going to sit in the mess and enjoy the love of my girls. The mess can be conquered another day but this love? This unconditional, freely given love? Ah, that’s something I just can’t give up! The mess can wait – there will be plenty more where it came from – but loving on my girls should never be put to the side.