unfiltered love

It's not snowy here. On the contrary, it's rather warm and sunny.

It's not quiet here in our home. No, no. The children are playing loudly with their new favorite things.

It's not orderly or tidy or even neat here where we live.  There are too many blankets milling about the living room.  Too many plates of treats cluttering up the kitchen counters. The floor is peppered with small settlements.  The fort stands next to the book cases with Frankie's new cowboy hat dangling off the top.  It has been stocked with blankets and books. Ameilie's new miniature castle and "little people" are set up in front of the fire place.  A labyrinth of wooden train track snakes around the couch and laps out onto the kitchen floor.

It's not a picture perfect Christmas here at homestead Meeker. On the contrary. It's messy and loud and full of raw, unfiltered love.

“You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around - and why his parents will always wave back.” - William D. Tammeus