perfect chaos.
I picked up my phone and snapped this picture while I was elbow deep in icings and food color last Friday. Five fat flies were buzzing through the house by the time Jim got home, but the open door policy of the late afternoon was a worthwhile Bliss. The boys ran to & fro, while the girl watched in delight, while the mom piped and Enjoyed.
Lately I feel like my life is pretty near perfect.
I have zero free time, a DVR full of unviewed shows, a stack of unread books, and a mess of laundry to be done. Every morning we patch Aidan's pants, dig for matching socks, and sweep more cereal crumbs to the floor. But every morning we also pray, hug, kiss and hold.
It's the only kind of perfection I expect to attain.
Someday the house will be spotless. Someday I'll get to my book pile. Much of the chaos will vanish, but I can't imagine life will feel quite so crazily perfect without these Three. These are definitely years to Enjoy.
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