Pardon Our Dust ... while we live life

I just read a blog post that is so encouraging to where I am at the moment. You can read it here. Sarah recounts having unexpected company knock on the door and her house is in no way company-worthy...much like mine is most of the time. But her guest reminds her that he's not there to inspect her clutter but to spend time with the people that made it. He says his house used to look like that too when there were kids there. Now that it's just him, there aren't those signs of life lying on the couch or filling the sink. My heart sunk for a moment. I was reminded that there will come a day when PBS Kids will not be part of my morning routine, when pacifiers and ponytail bands aren't hiding in the couch, the sink won't be filled with sippy cups and half eaten meals, and there will only be two toothbrushes in the bathroom. Although some days I look forward to that moment, I know it will be here too soon and I will long for these days of baby clutter and carseats.

Reading her blog made me want to make a big sign for my front door:

Pardon Our Dust - Life In Progress.  

If you're here to see us, please come in and watch your step.

If you're here to see our house, come back when our kids are in college.