December 30

Isaac decided he wanted to put together a puzzle a few days ago, so he dumped the pieces of one of my 1,000 piece'rs on the kids' table in the living room. He hasn't made much progress on it --none, really-- but as I passed it by a little while ago, I had a thought.

Sometimes I feel like my life resembles this disassembled mess: bits and pieces haphazardly strewn about. Sometimes those bits and pieces wind up on the floor (or even in the vacuum) and I feel like I'm not sure I'll ever be able to make them all make sense.

But the good news? Those pieces will eventually come together to form a really cool, complete --and maybe even a little bit beautiful-- picture. And that is a very good thing.