It's another typical day. My 2 1/2 yr old just spilled all of the skittles from a zip lock bag into a pile of unfolded laundry. As I am watching him pick up the pieces with two very colorful, sticky hands-placing 1 out of every two or three into his drooling mouth I realized this image is quite a bit like my life. I sometimes feel as though I'm searching for the pieces, every once in a while those pieces will come together and create a beautiful rainbow. Other times I'm left with nothing but empty hands, drooling over the pieces that are being dropped, scattered, or crumbling before my eyes. One thing is for sure..I, just like my baby, am good at making sticky messes!