Something Kirsten said on Twitter the other day,
made me start thinking about my view of my world.
My world is full of family, sewing and study.
My world is bright and colourful and a bit chaotic.
My world is messy and a bit chaotic.
Vouchers that expired in March still languish on the fridge.
The ironing piles overflows in the hallway, waiting for a miracle.
The dummy we successfully took from Annie,
is well and truly part of her life again.
It turned out we valued sleep more than principles.
There are oasis's of clean and tidy (the bench is stained it's clean I promise)
but when you turn around, there is mess galore as well....
Just stuff sitting on the bench, left from breakfast,
yesterday's lunch container, Sunday's breakfast teapots, always stuff.
But the children are loved and disciplined, we eat pretty healthy
dinners that we mostly cook from scratch.
There's lots of love and colour in this house,
it's messy, it's a bit crazy and it's all a bit small,
but you know, I love it. I'm grateful for all the mess and the colour,
and I love all the people in my world.
Who cares if it's not perfect?
If you come to my house, you will probably make your own cup of tea,
but then you can sit down at the table and we will chat about
the things that matter and the things that don't,
you will be loved in this house.
And that is what's perfect, love covers a multitude of faults!