Piles of never ending laundry, middle of the night wake ups, poop, screaming tantrums while I'm trying to talk on the phone, bomb explosions of toys, tempers flaring, not being able to take medication when you feel like junk, speed walking through the mall, speed walking through Target, speed walking in general to avoid the potential meltdown of the day....
Sticky, warm, wonderful kisses, tight hugs, knowing I'm the only one who can stop her tears, being so tired but so happy, smiles that make nothing else matter, wonderful little helper hands who unload the clean folded laundry onto the floor, spending hours just looking at new things, hearing "ma ma"....
I'm having a tough day so I needed a reminder that bad things bring good things and tough times bring wonderful times too. Even though I will never really get another vacation... I'm okay with that. Isn't the adventure of each day enough? It is for me.
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