Organized Chaos, Morning Love

School mornings are pure chaos in this house. My son swears his shoes grew legs

and walked away. My daughter suddenly needs emotional support right when we're running late.

And you know what? I stopped the clock for that hug because some things matter more than being

on time. We somehow make it work every single day. The backpacks get

found. The shoes magically appear. The hugs happen. And we pile into

that car with seconds to spare. That's just how we do mornings around here.

Organized chaos with a whole lot of love mixed in. Tomorrow we'll do it all over again.