Today, my house was FULL! 

When I woke up at 7:00 a.m., my sink was full of dirty dishes and my living room was full of unorganized toys.  My mind was full of things-to-do, and my heart was full of hope.

When my first guests arrived at 9:30, my cabinets were full of clean dishes, and the toy bins were full of organized toys.  My living room was full of smiling people, and my heart was full of joy.

When my second guests arrived at 10:30, my living room was full of disorganized toys and smiling children.  My couch and chairs were filled by beautiful women with gorgeous hearts.  My head was full of happy thoughts, and my heart was full of joy.

At noon, my dining room table was full of hungry tummies.  Their plates were full of yummy food.  The air was filled with great conversation and precious toddler laughs.  My heart was full of joy.

At 2:00 p.m., the toy bins were, once again, full of organized toys.  The air was filled with tired whines.  My arms were full of sleepy children.  We bid our guests a fond farewell, and my heart was full of joy.

When my kids went to sleep at 3:00, their cribs were full of sleeping bodies, special blankies, and deeply loved stuffed animals.  My sink was, once again, full of dirty dishes.  My inbox was full of unanswered e-mails.  My to-do list was full of unchecked items.  My heart was still full of joy.

When my kids woke up at 5:00, the drying rack was full of clean dishes.  My to-do list was full of glorious check marks.  My mixing bowl was full of refried beans, and my mind was full of excitement.  My heart was full of joy.

When my final guests arrived at 6:15, the air was, once again, filled with great conversation and precious laughter.  The dining room table was full of great friends enjoying each other.  Our plates were filled with amazing enchiladas and delicious refried beans.  The living room floor was filled with a blanket and two little girls who LOVED their "picnic."  My heart was full of joy.

When we played Euchre at 7:30, their scorecard was full of points.  My hand was full of rubbish cards.  The air was still filled with great conversation and laughter...the pauses were filled with tired whines and exhausted fits.  We bid our final guests a fond farewell, and my heart was full of joy.

Now, at 9:34 p.m., this post is full of words.  My head is filled with tiredness.  The air is filled with silence.  My bed is full of comfort.  Very soon, my husband's arms will be filled with a loving wife.  Our home will be pregnant with love and joy.

And my heart?  My heart is overflowing with gratitude.  I love a full house, and I'm so thankful God has blessed me with friends and family who fill this home.  My heart is full, abundantly full, of joy and thanks!