Perfectly Not Perfect

Rarely are my kids, and myself for that matter, completely put together. Someones hair is usually in their face or needs a good brushing, that said face usually has leftovers waiting to be wiped off, and our outfits have a nice stain or two on them.


But I love the stories that come with all of that. Were usually running so fast that who has time to fix their hair, or were enjoying our food and might as well wait till it's over to wipe the face and stains come with us living our life without regret.


We might not be perfect in someone else's eyes, but my family is perfectly not perfect in mine.

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