Dirty Hands

I was just cleaning off finger prints in my dinning room window for about the fourth time this week and I was wondering to myself why do I bother doing this? I know that as soon as they wake up from their nap they will want a snack and at some point someone will wonder in there to see what's going on outside and just like that the windows are sticky again. It's a never ending job and everything glass in my house has hand prints on it no matter how much I wipe it clean. Then a sad thought occurred to me...someday my babies will be gone and I'll be wondering around the quiet house looking for something to do and just wishing I had hand prints to wipe off.
This is the best time of my life. Jeffrey and I are young, our children are young, we are all healthy and God has blessed us in a million different ways. I can keep them safe from the evils of the world because I do not have to release them into it. And I have the power to take away all their fears and sorrow by holding them and giving them comforting words when someday I know I'll just have to watch their hearts ache and feel powerless. I love this moment of my life and I welcome the years to come but I wish I could just slow down time (and make myself thinner). But for now I will just enjoy the dirty, sticky and oh so precious little hand prints.
God is so good!