The signs are everywhere in my home.
Kids live here. Kids play here. Kids dump-and-dash here.
One mess - er, episode of creative exploration - is barely picked up before the next one happens.
Sometimes this is fun to see. Sometimes this is cute to see. And, other times this is tiring to see.
But when days seem long, I try to remember that years are short. When moments seem unending, I remind myself that I blink and they are gone.
So I don't wish any of it away. I step over a few things, muster a smile, and whisper a thank you to Jesus for entrusting me with the responsibility and the experience.