This morning as I pulled Miles out of his crip, I COMPLETELY regretted that decision.
He happened to have the biggest, wettest, stinkiest, dirtiest, grossest diaper I have yet to encounter. And I was less than thrilled to take care of it.
But when everything was over, and Miles was clean and dry, I realized I was looking at this situation from entirely the wrong light.
And if that's not reason enough to count my blessings, I don't know what is.