My Simple Little Life

There are some days that I just wake up really happy to be alive.  It doesn't happen 100% of the time, but when it does, I am so grateful that God gave me another day to be with family.

I love it when Cosette stumbles into our bedroom in the morning, sleepy eyed, and wobbly from rest.  As usual, she is the first one to rise in our home (not including Charlotte).  Daddy hears her, and welcomes her by lifting our down comforter up, and saying, "Good morning lovergirl.  There's room for you right here," as I lay dozing next to them, while nursing the babe.

I love it when all I have to do is talk in a high pitched "mama" voice, to get a smiley reaction from Charlie.  I love kissing her face, and her ears, and her chubby thighs.  I even love smooching on her stinky neck cheese.  It's like the best thing in the world.  Period.

I love walking home from school with the girlies on a 70 degree January afternoon.  Everything looks fresh, and clean, and bright, and hopeful.  I love watching their backpacks sway back and forth on their shoulders.  My big girls.

I love it when Emma asks a big sis for help turning the shower head, and they help her willingly.  The simple fact being, they are tall enough, and she's not yet.

I love leaving for work on a Tuesday at 5 o'clock, knowing that I have a husband who supports me in that endeavor.  A husband who works hard during the day, so he can be "on" to watch 5 kids ages 10 and under, so I can do something that I love.  How lucky am I?  And the car ride TO and FROM work, with no kids, isn't that bad either.

And I especially love how the day comes to an end.  Typically, the last thing I hear before I doze off, exhausted from the days demands, is my husband's voice.  He stands over Charlotte's bassinet, saying prayers of love, and blessings, and protection.

Yes indeed, today I appreciate my simple little life.  And I have the same wish for you!