Bless This Mess

I document these days because one day this house will be clean, because it will be empty and I will cry 1,000 tears because I miss this and I am upset that I fretted about it so much.  I am almost to the point that I like a messy house.  

Little Man loves eating on the counter while I am baking so he can help poor, push, stir, anything- and I welcome the help.  I hope all my kids whether they love to cook or not, or clean or not, they always know how to help.