Chaos in my Perfectly Imperfect

I recently heard someone describe their life as perfectly imperfect and it resonated with me. So much of what we see on social media is the perfect side of everyone’s lives, and I hate to admit it but I’ve definitely been sucked into comparing my life with what others post. It’s a slippery slope and important to remember that those people get baby poop on their hands, burn dinners and sometimes look like they haven’t slept through the night (in say 7 weeks). Describing my life as perfectly imperfect really couldn’t be more true for me, and I’m learning to embrace and love my perfectly imperfect.

My family has always described our family visits as chaos (fun…but total chaos). It’s just the way the Sullivan family works. We drop into each other’s lives, cause chaos (in a good way), and are gone before anyone knowns what hit us.

Recently my sister, her one year old daughter, and my parents descended on my house for a long weekend. It was total chaos and it couldn’t have been more perfect in our totally imperfect way. We ate, played, passed out medical advice (if you’ve spent any time with us you’ll understand), and took some time to celebrate our newest member. My newest little is grand-baby number 7 for my parents, and I just couldn’t resist dressing the girls in matching outfits and capturing the moment of the three youngest together with their Grammie and Papi. Our playroom explosion, kitchen disaster and chalk drawings on the driveway are all that remain of the visit…but man was our time together perfect!