I was blessed with a rather silent day yesterday, as the babes had a date with Grammie. I mostly finished my studio, and I spent a good deal of time cleaning up the domino effect of a mess I've created throughout the house. Scattered amongst my messes were the regular, day to day messes of my littles. Walking through the empty house, I stumbled upon drawings strewn about in the same flurry of creative energy in which they were made; a handmade 'sparkler' from one who I know is anxious for the Fourth of July; a meal for three in progress that seems to have been interrupted in a hurry; and the evidence of a face painting party in the bathroom.
Little relics and piles of creative play and fun. Suddenly, in the silence that is the house without them, these little messes became more than just 'a mess', but something quite beautiful. And if I think about it just right, they become not just work for me to pick up, but little gifts and reminders of the life we live together. Funny how that works.
