My unstyled life isnít messy or clean or ugly or stunning. Instead, my goal is to create a home that reflects back the spirit and personality of our family. Itís a work in progress. Sometimes the beauty in my life is by accident, other times itís intentional. Itís there, either way, because when I remember to fill my home with what I loveĖperson, place, or thingĖodds are it will be beautiful. Maybe not always appreciated, but always beautiful. If you feel the same, you are welcome to share a link to your own unstyled life in the comments.
He spent the day napping, so when it was time for bed he had trouble sleeping. I snuggled him for a very long time, until we both fell asleep. I had my arm draped lazily around his waist. His small hand gripped my wrist in a sweet attempt to keep me from going anywhere. It was heavenly.