Living in a Lived In House

With papers scattered across the kitchen island, toys strewn on the floor, and the smell of jambalaya sandwiches still lingering from Saturday night, this poem makes me feel less guilty about the current state of our home. I thought maybe it could help you today, too.

I Love a House That's Lived In

I love a house that's "lived in"
with clutter here and there
a magazine left open
a jacket on a chair
a smell of something cooking
a special recipe
an over eager offer
of hospitality.
I love a house that's "lived in"
it seems to stand apart
for in it is a woman
who has a loving heart.   

Comments

[Mar]

I've learned to step back & not be the perfectionist that I used to be. I know I must have driven my husband crazy. Thanks for this validation. My house smells like Spaghetti sauce. ( I poured it from a pouch).