I love this kind of afternoon. The kids all playing well together. The mess was contained, even though it was in the foyer. Sort of like organized chaos. Sort of. On this particular day, they decided to get EVERY puzzle out and do them ALL at the same time.
I love to have a clean house, but I also love to see the fingerprints of life. A mess like this speaks in the present tense. One day, it will be quiet and clean, but then I will have to live on memories and voices of remember-when. Today I am going to enjoy those messes and fingerprints. I am going to ignore the crumbs in the couch and the toys in the corner. Today I will love the perfectly imperfect.
Thanks to the Nester for her idea on this. Check out other women's perfectly imperfect lives there.