How would you like a box of ziplock bags for your birthday?
‘Cause I’m seriously considering wrapping that up for Bennett next month.
We’ve come into the Let’s-Strew-Everything-About stage, the I’m-Gonna-Keep-Rummaging-Until-There’s-An-End stage. Nothing makes this baby happier than discovering the box of ziplock bags and pulling them out by the fistfuls just to toss them to the side and carry on for more.
I suspect that our toilet paper rolls will be next.
Golly, it must be fun being a baby! Wouldn’t it be neat to have the ability to remember such carefree days? Days when you belly laugh because the dog trotted by, because Mommy shook her head or because Daddy spun himself in circles?
We make life more complicated than it needs to be sometimes, don’t we? …Adding more “happy” clutter just to wind up feeling suffocated by it…
Have you ever pursued simplicity? What does that look like for you? How do you fight for it? How do you preserve it?