to everything there is a season.
Yesterday I started packing up the office (soon to be nursery) and putting away some photography things. The canvases that I wanted to hang. The nice and “pretty” office space I had made for myself. And then we started talking about moving my “nice” furniture out of our sunroom (eeek! my favorite part of our house) so that we could make room for a play room. That room was one I really didn’t want to change but with the toys slowly piling up, it just made sense. Slowly changing the nice parts of the house that I loved into areas that are more practical, I guess. Not exactly what I had in mind but I’m finding this to be happening more often than not….bending, being flexible, and surrendering. All for good, of course :) It’s just a different season….of laying down expectations….even expectations of what our house should look like or the way I’d want them to look like. Maybe I’ll put those house decorating magazines on the shelves for a few more years and just enjoy this time living and making things useful for our growing family. To everything there is a season.