A friend at church (who has very young children) said her father describes that noisy, messy, happy parenting stage as "celestial chaos." I love the term. I like things orderly. I'm a minimalist at heart, and I love the sight of clear counter tops and neat rows of books. But I also love it when the house reflects who lives there. Clutter usually annoys me, but if it's creative clutter, I have no problem with it. Paintbrushes left by the sink. Balls of yarn on the coffee table. Bags of potting soil tucked by the back door. Sheet music splayed over the couch. Fingerpaintings stuck to the fridge. Signs of life going on. Signs of interesting people being busy.