Having kids is no joke when you’re a neat freak. I don’t know why, but I can not stand messiness. I have never been able to handle it. And it’s so counterintuitive - because I love to let my creative side run wild, but I’m always cleaning up right behind myself as I go. So the thought of letting these two little monkeys run wild with paint in the house on a rainy day had me reaching for a tall glass of wine. But there was no distracting or deterring them from their mission. So I took a deep breath and stripped them down to their diapers and let them loose. It was the most inspiring rainy afternoon, full of smiles, giggles and such imagination. I watched Sophie paint how her mind imagined horses, unicorns and giraffes. I sat by Peter’s side as he squealed with delight at the sensation of cool paint between his fingers and watched how amazed he was that it left marks on the paper in front of him as he ran his fingers across it. They sat so quietly at times, just creating. Just imagining. I always thought messes were just that - messes. But now I know, and here is the proof - there can be such beauty in even the biggest messes.