A bright-eyed, excited five year old boy comes running into the kitchen, almost shouting, "Mommy! Mommy! You've got to come and look at our house!"
"Okay," I answer,"Just let me finish up this last little bit here in the kitchen."
The pictures tell it all! If you cannot tell...these are supposed to be bunk beds. They look more like shanties in the picture. Dress up clothes are hanging from the top bunk...legos spilled on the floor and in every type of container imaginable. Yes, this is a house in the eyes of a child.
Now, I must admit...the first thought that popped into my mind was, "Oh, what kind of cleaning up will have to be done here."
But instead of saying that...I smiled. Said something about how nice it was...took a picture for the sake of future memories and left them to their play.
Things we as grown-ups may find unlovely...they see wonder.
Oh to have the eyes of a child once more. We should never grow too old to see things from a child's perspective. Life would be so much lovelier if we did.