A Sign I Have Daughters

I walked into the kitchen today to find a big mess.  Part of me wanted to call Emily into the kitchen immediately to clean up her project, but part of me wanted to relish in the very girlie moment.  I have daughters.  I love having daughters.  If anyone just up and walked into my home, you would see a good mixture of cars, high heels, Legos, and sparkly purses in random corners, down hallways, and . . . in the kitchen.  One day, all of this will be put away- rather, given away because my girls won't need sixteen pairs of princess heels anymore.  This is what I always wanted.  A house that was full of kids and if I have to walk into a kitchen and avoid small heels like land mines in a desert- so be it.