muddy kids, happy kids

Thank you for the encouragement on my last post. It is good to know you like seeing the process too. I tell Chris all the time that the most encouraging people read my blog. Thank you for hanging with me in the process as much as the end result (in SO MANY things)!

One of the electricians was installing a sconce and looked at the window to see my kids knee deep in mud. They had mounds of mud, kid-created water ways, and handmade flags flying on top of the tallest mud towers. He asked me how I get them to play in mud. His question surprised me – playing in mud has been a staple for the Campbell kids since they days they wanted to eat it more than build with it. Without really thinking I responded, “I don’t freak out when they get their clothes dirty.”

We stood by the window and talked about kids and dirt and the mud pies his mom made when she was a little girl. When he looked out my window, he was captivated by beauty in my very ordinary day. He saw was I used to see when I looked out my old kitchen window. In that moment, the mess of construction and feeling a bit displaced disappeared and it felt like home again.

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