This morning I tried relaxing on my shabby couch with feet raised on my shabby ottoman.
When I reached for the remote control hidden in a pink box, I had to laugh.



This is REAL LIFE! Everywhere I looked there were toys! On my shabby couch, on my shabby ottoman and inside my shabby box. There was no place to relax in our shabby living room. Our youngest son of 4 years is our reminder that a shabby home is not a home without toys in abundance on every pink surface. His toys are always underfoot, but his innocence and candor keep us humble and true to what is important in life.



