January 19

I had the house all to myself today so I decided to do some cleaning and straightening and organizing. (I know: excellent use of alone-time.)

I braved the boys' bathroom (and believe me, "braved" is the correct term here because that room can be a scary, scary place) to put away some soap. As I crossed back through Isaac's room, I spied this in the corner and it made my heart melt.

I don't enter his room particularly often so I have no idea how long his stuffies have been organized like this, but I thought it was adorable.

I'm happy that he's growing up to be an exceptional young man, but I'm also grateful for this visible ode to the little boy he once was (and to a degree, will always be inside).