A Different World
What would I do without them.
my world would not be the same.
I would have little laundry to fold and hardly any dishes to clean.
My world would spin differently.
There would be no toys to pick up, and no little noses to wipe.
I would sleep through the night, and I would never be interrupted mid-conversation.
My world consists of smears and smudges, handprints and footprints. It is filled with mud pies, and pink rattles.
There is no perfection, but character instead.
My world is a sloppy, bright, and wildly painted picture; finger painted by the sweetest fingers I know.