looking back to my childhood days, i seem to remember our kitchen sinks (yes, there were many of them) always being planted right in front of a little window that overlooked the yard. i suppose that's normal...its pretty common, right? its as if the builder/architect wanted to soften the edge of this unavoidable chore for us...as though he says to us, in fatherly tones, "as long as you're stuck here, elbow deep in dried oatmeal and grease and bubbles, at least you can see freedom just on the other side."
as i was doing dishes last night, it dawned on me, maybe for the first time, that, for whatever reason, our house doesn't have this feature. i guess i never noticed before, but our sink is attached to this half wall that divides the kitchen from the great room, with one huge vaulted ceiling (23 ft) overhead.
well, amber was working late, so it was just me and the girls and as i was standing there, scrubbing, i found myself just watching them play on the other side of that little wall...hearing them laugh and giggle and run around...and i was thankful that i wasn't staring off into the black night, or at my own mirrored reflection in the window pane...but i had my own little 'window' and was able to just get lost in the best part of God's creation. i love those girls.
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