Sacred Moments Surrounded by Dirty Dishes

On one of the first mornings of December we weren’t running every which way, I found myself dancing in my kitchen surrounded by dirty dishes. Breakfast preparations still out. Mounting dishes from previous meals. An abundance of hosting items that had no room on my shelves. Last night’s make up still etched on my face and a myriad of pressing seasonal preparations to engage in.

But with my 9 month old and 2 year old in my arms a sacred moment it became.Continue reading