This makes me think twice about making our bedroom the place where I throw all the stuff I don't feel like putting away right now:
The bed is the heart of the home, the arena of love, the seedbed of life, and the one constant point of meeting. It is the place where, night-by-night, forgiveness and fair speech return that the sun may not go down on our wrath; where the perfunctory kiss and the entirely ceremonial pat on the backside become unction and grace. It is the oldest, friendliest thing in anybody’s marriage, the first used and the last left, and no one can praise it enough.
(Capon, as quoted in Feminine Appeal, Mahoney, p 97)
No, this is not our bedroom. It's hers. But I am inspired.
I think I'll put this quote on my flylady cleaning list!
photo credit A Stroll Through Life