When I look around my house, I breath in the clutter. I take in the puzzle pieces covering my dusty hard wood floors. The cast of Paw Patrol napping on the couch. This mis-matched doll outfits thrown across the rug. The big bright yellow tractors that are hauling random plastic play food to market. I see the sprinkling of glitter and now dried glue covering my kitchen table, and small bits of play dough on the floor beneath. I breath it in, I smile. What I see are memories, not messes.