magnificent, cluttery, home

Someday there will be no cars on my windowsills.

Or jump ropes on the entry counter.

Grown up shoes will be lined up neatly in the closet.

The art on the walls won’t be held up by tape.

Baseballs won’t find their way under the lawn mower.

The older girls have already taken those tender first steps away from home. But it is still home..where mountains of laundry gets done on a Saturday afternoon.

Having the oldest finish her first year of college has really affected me (can you tell?!). Everyone told me “it goes by so fast” . They were right.

For today I welcome the clutter, the fingerprints, the messy house that holds it all in and makes us a family.