I'm not gonna cry over spilled milk.
Okay,...sometimes I want to cry when something has been spilled for the 3rd time in one day.
At the risk of sounding cheesy...I am grateful for the spilled milk, all those crumbs and goldfish crackers on the backseat floor of the van, the finger smudges on the walls, and the dinner battles over eating green veggies.
Because all those little things mean that my life has been blessed with two very busy little munchkins. They inspire me everyday, and teach me how to savor the little things in life.
I am thankful for you, Riley and Nate.