On the ride home from the YMCA today, the song "Beautiful Mess" by Diamond Rio came on the radio. Ava asked, "mom, why is he happy he made a mess?" I explained to Ava that sometimes people are happy about things that are messy. She then paused to think, and then said, "but when is a mess beautiful?" I explained that the man singing the song had fallen in love and that it had made is life messy, but he was happy about it. She continued to ask questions and seemed to have a hard time grasping that a mess can be beautiful. I wish I did a better job of explaining this to Ava, because certainly my life is sometimes a beautiful mess.
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