Tonight I started to feel annoyed when I had to get the broom out. But I quickly reminded myself of something.
One day I will be sad for the day when I am no longer sweeping piles of sand off of the floor, poured out when someone took their shoes off. Because no sand would mean no little feet and no evening walks to the park.
One minute to sweep up sand is definitely worth the laughter, the conversation, the sunset, and the memories.
One minute of inconvenience is worth it.
Those little feet are worth it.
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