……in my mailbox this morning?!
Go on.
Take a WiLd guess!

Spring has sprung in our neck of the woods and this past weekend I decided that it was finally time to clean out the van.

Here’s my confession: I do not clean our van during the winter.
Sure, there are half hearted attempts to pick up random food wrappers or collect a shoe here and a sock there (our youngest has issues with keeping her socks and shoes on anytime we go somewhere) but the icy cold weather keeps me from doing a full blown vacuum, dust, window washing overhaul until the spring hits.

Is that gross?
Um yup. It’s totally gross.

This weekend I found a half eaten fruit leather stuck to the carpet under my three year old’s seat.
I discovered a box of pizza that still had a few pieces in it (left over from my son’s pizza day at school) stashed between the seat in the back. {shudder}
Countless fish cracker crumbs scattered EVERYWHERE with yucky pieces of McDonalds fries mixed in for fun.
Random sweaters, socks, mismatched shoes, toys and food wrappers covering every square inch….
I’m not exaggerating. I really should have taken pictures.
It took forever just to get the van emptied in order to do the real deep down clean.

My heart gets full of junk too.

The other morning
my sweet chubby (almost) 2 yr old came waddling into the dinning room
where I was busy typing away on the computer.
She tugged insistently on my arm and when I looked down
I saw that she was proudly sporting her tutu.
She looked up at me with her big bright eyes and said one simple word
“dance”

It has been a quiet week.
A reflective week.
My heart has grieved
and in turn
I’m learning to slow down.
To appreciate what I do have.