Today, I am thankful for messes. When these beauties help me bake, it is always messy, takes longer and egg cracking becomes a competition. Where I demanded neat and tidy with my own children, I have come to realize through my grandchildren, it's really not all that important. Messes make memories. Messes allow for teaching moments. Messes can be cleaned up later.
Messes = love

Messes = love
AMEN! That means my sewing room= BIG love,
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