It all began Thursday morning. The alarm goes off at 5:45, I drag out of bed because I have never been a morning person. My ritual is feeding the animals first, and the kitties they run around my legs meowing and meowing and I think it’s so cute. I start my coffee and then I sit and read my devotion. This particular morning had one of my favorite references which is about not worrying. This one found in Luke 12:22-24 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat, or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the Ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn, yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable are you than the birds!” Those words just never get old to me. I did all the other mom stuff and had to photograph this rose. This rose motorcycle man ripped off the rose bush for me. Yes, I say ripped because he didn’t use clippers or anything like that. It just made me smile so big when he brought it in this morning. It was a good pause plus I got a kiss with it. So this is why I begin with the picture of the rose.
Now let’s get to the floors! Also this morning I just started to freak out a little as the beautiful morning light hit my kitchen floors. I mean I said out loud “oh my gosh the floors are gross!” “I think I will need to do something about them today when I get home from work, I just have to. ” And so….I did. Below is the process and you know it was a beautiful process. I completely enjoyed the job. I’m not kidding you. I crank on the music, grab my camera. Clean a little pause for pictures and just take the entire process in. I just know when I finish, walking on that floor will feel so much better. I still love my cork floors, I just do. Don’t even regret putting the cork in the kitchen. It feels nice beneath the feet. Speaking of feet, try not to look very close at mine. Bluck. They could use some major attention, but it’s real. Just keeping it real. So now my floors, they are clean and they feel nice and they look pretty, and they shine. We all know though this will only last maybe 24 hours if I’m lucky, then the crumbs start hitting the floor and pushing against the edges. And then I sort of ignore it for a time until one morning I will notice the pretty morning light shining on all the bits of chunky dust on my kitchen floor. But today, I celebrate! I celebrate my clean floors. And btw, doesn’t every good mom clean her floors in her work clothes? I bet so.