We spent so much time cleaning up the house for the arrival of my brother-in-law. We scrubbed and put away and cleaned and organized. We wanted the house to be sparkling and squeaky clean. And it was. For a day. And then, like magic, all the grime and dishes and laundry were back. But for that day it was lovely. That’s real life. Life being lived in a home. Life lived well. Messes happen. But it’s the people inside that matter most. Sure you want to take good care of what you’ve been given, but that is true for the people you’ve been given. So we live life. Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it’s squeaky clean. Always it’s lived with love.