How can any day that ends with reading three books to a four year old and him kissing your nose goodnight not be seen as successful?
My youngest is four, if you haven't figured that out yet. He's a ball of fun mixed with catch phrases learned at school and with friends. Sometimes I literally hold him close, moments within having felt overwhelmed or frustrated. So much Joy, so much life!!!
My oldest is in another state and I'm missing him, mostly because he's a big part of the glue that holds us together. After all, besides my hubby and me he's been here the longest. He's brave and strong and super creative, and oh God do I love him!!
Then there's the middle son, the one who's sure of himself and where he's going and yet finds it hard to balance success and really living, all while inspiring all of us to go deeper and look for inner peace.
My husband is a rockstar, not literally but then again... He makes my world safe and whole all while tucking in the three year old, and keeping the other two stable and functional and still chooses to love me in spite of my many flaws.
This Crazy Life doesn't get much better than that. I'll take the real and the whole anyday over some fake pretend version of reality.
Life is pretty good. It's wholesome, clean and most of all, a lot of fun. Writing aside, I feel like I won the lottery on family!!! Thank you my loves!
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