Tonight is one of those nights where I look around the house and think, “Things are good.”

I don’t mind the dirty clothes that Chris leaves on the living room floor.  Such a strange habit.  I don’t mind the toys that aren’t entirely put away.  Yes, there are a crumbs on the tablecloth.  I can see into the kitchen and view a pan soaking in the sudsy water but, you know something?  i don’t mind.

Things are quiet.  The boys are healthy.  And asleep.

We are happy, warm, loved, and all seems well.

It’s moments like these that make me realize how much I have to be thankful for – simple things like a full refrigerator.  Not worrying about how we will pay our bills.  Being able to take walks with my sweet baby boys whenever the mood strikes.

What a wonderful, wonderful feeling.