This is so weird.
I'm sitting on the couch. It's dusk. The room is lit only by the multi-colored lights of our tacky Christmas tree full of memories. There are toys allllll over the floor. There's laundry all over the couch.
My house is a place where messes happen. Everywhere. And I love it.
Don't get me wrong. I don't like be messy, and we really do try to keep a clean house. However, one of the things I love about my family is that we have really gotten to a place where we are learning to prioritize. A clean house is important. Sometimes.
See, here's the thing. My house is a place where messes happen. It's also a place where joy happens. All over. Everywhere. Mistakes happen. Then more love. Dance parties and family dinners and tickle fests happen. Hugs happen. Friendship happens. More love. Belly laughs happen. Big things and little things and silly things and wonderful things happen.
My house is a place where love happens. Always. And I wouldn't trade these messy years for anything.
Thank you, our lovely mess, you made my day.