My daughter is a tornado.

She is a sweet-natured, cheerful child who can transform a clean room into a disaster zone in minutes.  Her bedroom is usually a testament to this.

We organized it on the weekend, though.  Every. Single. Thing.

This has led to the discovery of toys she had forgotten she owned.  So a corner of our living room is now a village of miniature people.  Although it may appear to be clutter, to her it is an imaginary land with infinite possibilities for play.

For me, it is a few sweet moments watching her quietly play.