It’s Sunday. I’m on my porch sitting in the dark breathing in the damp air and listening to the rain drops, drinking a glass of merlot. My kids are asleep in their beds. I am full of thankfulness.
It has been a great week. One of the best. Even Kate said so tonight as I tucked my kids in for the evening.
I am at peace.
I love to tuck them in at night. They still like it, too. It’s one of the best things (and there are many) about being a mom.
Thanks, my beautiful babies, for loving me, for understanding my weaknesses, for letting me be real, for forgiving me when I’m impatient and loving me wholeheartedly.