it's been well over a year since i mopped the kitchen floor. i've swept and spot-mopped and vacuumed and washed the rag rug that runs the length of the countertop that gets the most action, but i haven't gotten down on my hands and knees and really scrubbed.
as i worked the worn maple floorboards this morning i thought of all the living that has happened here since the last time it was truly cleaned. this floor has seen dance parties. full blown temper tantrums. hunger and thirst and complete satiation. laughter and yelling. creation and frustration. joyfilled and heartwrenching conversation. sweat and tears. and of course, ridiculous amounts of food.
this floor provides the foundation for the heart of my home. i look forward to the living that it will witness and support in the time between now and the next thorough cleaning.