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.