My View

Sometimes my view includes some pretty gnarly dirty diapers.  Sometimes it's piles of laundry or toys strewn everywhere (today it was garbage from the kitchen trashcan).  Sometimes I can't even open my eyes because it's 3 IN THE MORNING, for crying out loud.   But every day, he crawls over and stands up against my legs and I get this view.  Easily worth it, wouldn't you say?