I am thankful that my house is sometimes messy.
I rarely post pictures of my hair a mess, the kitchen sink full of dishes, or laundry folded on my kitchen table.
But today, I am celebrating the messes, because kid’s messes mean that there is life and activity at home right now.
Someday, all will be silent, and clean and tidy and perfect. “Someday” will come sooner than I can imagine, I am sure.
But today, my life is violin cases scattered on my couches, Playmobil cities that overtake my living room, cake decorating paraphernalia and icing on my counters, computers and homeschool books on my kitchen table.
And I am glad of it.