It took 4 kids to finally get me to let go and let mess happen. To say I'm a neat freak may be a bit of an understatement. (hello organized underwear drawer) I didn't let my kids feed themselves messy foods for the longest time. Even now I only let Katara feed herself because I don't have the time to do it. And yet when I look at these pictures I wonder why. Why do I even want things to stay so "perfect"? Why didn't I let my older kids do this and take a million pictures? This mess is glorious and beautiful and real. Maybe I'll keep trying to keep control of the clutter and to have a "perfect" home but I know I will also always treasure these pictures and hopefully have the chance to take many more like them.