Laden with Thoughts

I spend a lot of time feeling unworthy of the gifts I have. And I spend a lot of time feeling like a failure. If you read this blog at all, you know that.

Today I decided I’ve had enough. Enough of the whining and the self-deprecation. I know that in life, sometimes, I’ll mess up. Sometimes I won’t feel like a good person. Sometimes I won’t feel like a good wife, or mother, or cook, or house cleaner. But today… today?

Today I feel full. Full of love. Full of pride. Full of happiness! Let me give you a few reasons why:

My boy loves to play PEEKABOO! But more than that…

My boy loves to read. All. The. Time.

My little girl can almost crawl, and she is a proud little thing. I want to pinch her nose.

And you know what else she’s proud of? She’s got some junk in the trunk. Go white girl!

And last, but certainly not least, I have a man who loves me. I have a man who loves our children. I have a man who loves cashmere hats.

Yes, I am a happy woman.