Wood shavings are precious to me

Do you get frustrated with a messy house sometimes?

I do. A lot.

We live in a relatively small space, and we have too much stuff. I think our lifestyle causes us to have more things than other families. By lifestyle, I mean Andrew's art supplies and my jewelry supplies and everything that goes along with that. I would love a place for everything and to put everything in it's place.

But that's not what we have right now, and I'm just trying to do the best I can.

Sometimes I get aggravated with Andrew's mess, and I complain to him. Just seeing his stuff makes me mad. Frustrated. Aggravated. All of those emotions toward him!

Then I saw something that warmed my little heart.

That's wood shavings. 

I just thought it was the cutest thing when I walked up stairs to the loft. There's so much mess up here, but I thought, I love my husband so much. I didn't think in the history of marriage has a wife seen a big ol mess and thought, I love my husband so much. Not sure what's going on there, but his new hobby is so precious to me. You should see how he works so hard at carving this bird. 

This feeling may wear off. It probably will especially if this mess isn't cleaned up soon. But I'm enjoying the feeling while it lasts, however long that may be. 

It might be like when we first got married, and I took so much pleasure in washing and folding his clothes. His socks, boxers, and undershirts were so precious. It's not quite that way anymore, but it can be a labor of love. 

To think about your husband when you clean is a wonderful thing. Whatever gets you through the day, right girls?