The thing about walking into one my best friend's house is the evidence of life.
Usually, the first thing one notices is the decibel level.
With 5 year-old twins and an almost 12 month-old, it's generally pretty high.
And by that, it means it sounds like joy incarnate.
Truthfully, if things aren't loud, I worry.
Her house oft tickles the olfactory glands as well.
Homemade somethin' or another.
It always smells like love.
But the thing that gets me every time, the thing that brings a smile to my face is the evidence of life in toys.
I once saw Gavin pull a plush, stuffed mouse out of a vase as though that's where everyone keeps their cute, fuzzy mice.
I've seen Nolan pushing that same toy mouse in a tractor.
Everything is a toy.
Nothing has rules about "how" they're supposed to be played with.
Those kids are allowed to explore.
They weren't so lucky.
But I bet that battle was EPIC.
Don't forget, you only have until Wednesday at noon to enter the Pout Boutique $50 Giveaway! Like 365 on Facebook, and you'll get a second chance to win!