Today my family is hosting a gathering of people we love, so yesterday I got to work. When my hubby walked in the house after returning from work, he thanked me for my efforts and attempted to apologize for my having to do all the house-cleaning. I said, "No, I like it! It appeals to my sense of order!" He proceeded to say I was sick and gave me a kiss as I grinned. The thing is, when my house is clean, it is spacious. We don't own very much stuff (spring cleaning + preparation for potential move somewhere at some point + pregnancy took care of that this time last year), so when the clutter is organized and the dust is wiped away, what's left is ample room. This is a space that can be breathed in by a harried mom or run in by an exuberant toddler or crashed in by a learning-to-walk baby. I gaze around the room and am grateful for the simplicity I behold. How does my heart reflect my hearth? What within me could use the loving touch of Eastertide refreshing? How may I live into the simplicity within me that I cherish so much outside of me?