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
the sticker on the toilet seat just made me smile! I used to find stickers like that in the most unusual places.
ReplyDeleteThese posts always make me smile - especially when they remind me of my child-free home. Ha!
ReplyDeleteI love these pictures. Remember putting signs on my door when I was little only daddy was allowed. Oh that bugged my brothers.
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