As I look at the quirky little spots in my home that can only happen when we live in the real world with husbands and kiddos, my forehead wrinkle gets a little deeper with frustration. Then the frown that has begun as I ask myself "Why?!" morphs into a satisfied smile as I realize that I am so very blessed to have them in my life, even if it means my home isn't magazine worthy. Yes, my home would be much neater and nicer looking (read: staged) but my life would not be quite as beautiful!
I hope you find the beauty in the imperfections of your life too!
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My house is my home, not a staged set where no one can live freely and lovingly.
But I do have my shelf ;)
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