toys....

I walk through the living room and it is laced with toys. They are tossed about once done being played with. I walk to the kitchen and what do I find? More toys. Chase's room is full of toys, my bedroom has toys and both bathrooms have bath toys. I am overjoyed to see those toys because it means that LIFE is running through my home. Those lives mean the world to me. I don't care that my house is a wreck with toys that are tossed about. I am glad that they are here and there. I am tempted to get down and play with the toys myself. I am grateful for what those toys bring to my life.