Our house is a crazy place. In case you've thought that about us and wondered if we knew we were crazy, the answer is, we are well aware! :) On any given day our kid count can change and from one day to the next we can never be sure who will be here.
More and more, I'm learning to embrace the insanity. And the messes. Because someday my house will be clean, quiet and empty and I'll wish there was someone around to leave their sneakers right in the middle of the kitchen floor or their cape slung over the couch.
Instead of seeing imperfections as thorns in my decorating flesh, I want to open my eyes and see them as signs of life. These messes all stem from gifts in my life. I still clean the mud off shoes (or make my boys do it), but I also know that if a neighbor walked in and saw a trail of mud, I wouldn't need to be embarrassed. Its just proof of lives being lived, and houses are for living. My home is a reflection of our life, and life's messes can be gloriously beautiful. ~The Nesting Place
And so, I'm learning to look for and enjoy the evidence that a child has been here.....signs of life!