Of all the perpetually disheveled spots in our house, this is the only one that never stresses me out. There’s so much energy and movement here at the front door…so much coming and going and doing. Each afternoon the kids walk in, dump their packs, fling their shoes and make themselves at home. Each morning we gather up those same packs and shoes and exchange hugs, kisses and “kissing hands” in a goodbye ritual that sometimes takes several minutes.
It is here, amongst the mess, that we ready ourselves for a day apart, and here that we return to each other with stories to share.