Sometimes, you have just got to let it all go.
Let the washing pile up.
Let the beds remain unmade.
Let the baby cart the recycling rubbish all through the house.
Let the kitchen mess build up.
Let faces remain unwiped.
Let the kids drag their stools up to the bench...
...and pick all the blueberries off the bush....
....things don't turn out how we expect them to.
And that's okay.
Sometimes, nothing says "I love you" more than....
...."Come and cook with me."