messy tomorrows

My husband is pretty awesome.  I give him a hard time quite often--not because it's fun for me (although I do find it frighteningly easy...) but I think because he has 'raised the bar' over time which tends to create even higher expectations of perfection.  At least for me.

But our life has been pretty chaotic lately.  I feel like I keep saying that, but I swear, it's even more than usual.  We now have a 4-week old precious girl joining her 3 year old brother and we've hosted two large gatherings in the past two weeks.  Crazy.  Really.  I promise there's a point here beyond my busy schedule.


One of the things I've learned from my husband as his personality has rubbed off on me over the years is that everything does not have to be perfect.  Seems simple, right?  It would be if I weren't one of those walk into a freshly remodeled room in our house and notice the things I would change or the undone parts.  Really!?  A room we've waited 5 years to demolish and finally got it done and it looks absolutely amazing and all I can do is notice the imperfections.  Blech.  I even make myself crazy sometimes.

There is hope here, though.  My attitude is changing.  This weekend there were around 20 children under the age of 5 in my backyard.  No, I'm not exaggerating.  Toys were pulled off the shelves.  Sticky hands crawled around.  Drinks were spilled.  Unsuspecting adults became targets for the hose (of course, that one was my own child...)  I had moments of high blood pressure.  I can say that now that I'm 30.

But, I let it go.  I embraced the chaos.  Instead of worrying about all of those silly, unimportant messes that life was hitting me with over and over, I let life happen.  I spent time with our families, 3 of my former college roommates and a number of my college teammates and all of their wonderful children.  The old trees in our yard brought wonderful shade in the sticky Ohio heat.  All of the families brought delicious food to share.  Our new baby was passed around from one loving hand to another.  Children threw poppers and lit sparklers and laughed and chased and watched hot air balloons rise with wide eyed wonder.


And, at the end of the day, I left the mess for tomorrow.

I guess that's the lesson my husband has really taught me.

Even in the midst of chaos, it's ok to enjoy today and worry about the messy tomorrow.


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  1. I always knew Bryan was good for something!

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    1. Haha, yes, he does teach me something every once in awhile;)

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