It's easy to get frustrated when the house is messier than messy, dishes in the sink, laundry piles a mile high, an entire cup of milk poured on to the hardwood floor by the 2 year old toddler because she wanted to see what would happen.
And then, when they are laughing hysterically, wrestling on the floor and they ask me to take a picture,
it all fades away. The frustration is gone...
because I realize that someday, all four of them will be grown and on their own.
Sure, I'd like there to be less clutter, and have everything in its place, but if it means less time spent with them, then all of that no longer matters.
I choose them.