Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Right after the twins were born and our house started bursting at the seams, my mom bought us a little wooden plaque that says Love Grows Best in Little Houses. There have been several occassions when I've looked at that plaque and thought, "That's just Mom's attempt at making us feel better about the fact that we live in a house that is much, much too small for the size of our family." Those thoughts usually come on the days when I've stubbed my toe on the furniture and tripped over the toys half a million times and all I see is clutter and mess everywhere I turn. Most of the time, however, I have absolutely no desire to move elsewhere. I honestly love where we live and feel like everything we need is right here. And after seeing Brad and Angelina's French Chateau in a magazine yesterday, I really do believe love grows best in little houses.
If I had a house this big, we'd all get lost and I really would have to spend every waking minute cleaning the place instead of spending time with the kids.
Anyway, yesterday Denver and I decided to check on our baby birds above our front door. I checked myself about a week ago and two of the five eggs had hatched. I assumed that was all that was going to hatch. Then Mark found a baby bird in the yard and that reminded me I hadn't checked the birds with Denver yet and he wanted a picture to take to school. So we dragged the ladder out of the garage and climbed up and here's what we saw.
It's sort of hard to see, but there are five babies in that nest. That nest is so small it would probably fit in the palm of Mark's hand. And that nest is so stuffed, I don't think I've seen anything so crowded in my life. I have no idea how they even breathe in there. But there they were anyway, happy and calm, half asleep, half awake. And that's when I decided, even on the days when I stub my toe, I won't complain about the size of my house ever again.
posted by Shana # 1:37 PM 
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