Children at Play

I love a clean house. Actually, it is not so much the cleanliness that I love, but the neatness (things put in their proper place, areas free of clutter, etc.). Somehow a house free of clutter translates into a mind free of clutter for me. I feel energized by clean, neat spaces, more able to focus, and I feel like I'm a happier, more patient person. I also feel more creative...the juices are able to flow a little easier.

BUT, when I was leaving the house this morning, I noticed the kitchen table was a mess and the little table had crayons spread all over it, and it brought a smile to my face. It was evidence of children at play. I walked around the house and took pictures of other "messes" that my sweet girls had left this morning. 

Sometimes it feels great to come home to a clean, neat house, but other times it feels good to come home to a place that looks and feels like home, my home where children play and create and laugh and learn and leave messes.