
Why do I love him? Because he is in there right now with my little tornado-two-year old, listening to all of her drama, probably rocking her-to sleep. Because even though my potato soup was HORRID ( I used a can/mix)-he ate the whole bowl with just a little eyebrow look. He learned a while back not to comment, unless comment very HAPPY! He puts up with the craziness. He's busy too, too busy; but I don't love him less. I don't know how. Sometimes I want to sneak away with him, like a rebellious teenager sneaking off to do some forbidden thing. Then I remember the children.
My mind drifts off-motherly thoughts. Did big T do his homework? Was little T scared tonight when Daddy put him to bed? I forgot to chase off the shadows and pray over him. Is tiny T still breathing all tucked in my big comfy bed? And the Princess, I didn't kiss her goodnight. This was a strange night, I just got so stressed. And there Matt was to take over-even though Tennis is on, and he worked all day. ( and night). Yeah, I guess I'm pretty much gonna love him forever.
I have to move the tiny teddy, the salt which was fairy dust, the stick 'lightsabers' , and whatever-that-is and stamp a card now. It's the hour before midnight-and the only time when I get any stamping done. This makes me a terrible blogger. But, for now, my life is all about family. I had enough time focusing on my self, didn't I? This is my dream come true....although, a little stamping reminds me of myself again-and how I wished for this day. "Some day I will have a perfectly clean and organized house-and no one here to 'discover' what I keep in my cabinets." It takes a 2 year old to get you thinking about life innocently again. I try to say less 'put that back in mommy's purse', and 'that was my best lipstick' and a little more 'You funny girl, look how pretty you are!'. I love my kids. I love my hubby. I love my life. I can only thank God for all that I have, because I'm pretty sure I don't deserve it. Thanks God. I hope I do something good with all of it.



