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I read somewhere once the idea that sometimes we make the mistake of looking at our blessings as burdens…  and as I stood with the broom tonight and looked at the remnants of the fun afternoon we spent making paper snowflakes littering the floor (even after a well-intentioned  amateur swept up the mess),   I thought of it…  

They are blessings.  Every one of them… as loud, messy, or intentionally disobedient as they may sometimes be.  :)  Most definitely blessings.  And I am SO grateful.