Life is what happens outside the lines, and it can be beautiful. Tonight, I was working on some poster boards for work. My 4 year old wanted to help. At first, my A type personality cringed as I knew he would be all over the place and outside the lines.

Something (I think God) said, “Let him.” He was so proud helping mommy with work. I told him I’d tell everyone tomorrow he helped and he beemed.

It was so selfish of me to think it had to be “perfect.” This memory I will cherish forever as I hope he will too when he is working and his child decides “to help.”

Life outside the lines and imperfections, as it turns out, is perfect.