There are days when my children fight and squabble like a like a gaggle of geese. They peck and hiss at each other, until someone breaks down into tears. There are really hard days when I am the one who cries. On these days the house seems messier, the children seem louder, and problems seem bigger.
But then there are days like this.
There are the days when everything is sparkly rainbows and unicorns. My children remember that they love each and need one another. I remember I can compliment and speak softly. These are the days when blessings abound and laughter is heard everywhere.
Guess which days I like best?