This evening before bed, Isaac was perusing the sale flyer for the house across the street. He cooed over the professional photos and said how nice it looked, except for one thing: it wasn't messy enough.
I'm a below-average housekeeper. It's kind of embarrassing, but I own it. Isaac's comment about the other house warmed my heart because it told me that he's comfortable and happy here in our lived-in house. And knowing that he's content is a big blessing to me.
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