My toy box runneth over.

I'm spending my Saturday laying on the floor looking at a nice toy box full of amazing toys while my child chooses to play with a LifeWay sales paper and an old remote. Isn't that how they work though? The "they'll just play with the box" theory. I'm content with playing whatever she wants to play. If she wants to eat my hair, ill let her. If she wants to give me mushy banana faced kisses, I will take 'em. If she wants to squeal loudly and learn to clap her hands, so be it. I love these days and I'm so blessed to just lay here on the floor with her... Even if she wants nothing to do with me.

I'm feeling so content with my life.