There are days when I can't help but think about how lucky I am.
Yesterday was one of those days.
It hit me when I was doing something mundane like washing dishes.
My son was eating a snack and Phil was watching a football game.
Everything was in sync.
There was a feeling of peace in our home.
"I love my family."
I love being a family...
I love doing things like going to the grocery store or cleaning out the car.
It's the everyday things that make us a unit.
By our daily routines I can see that "we work."
We are good together.
We chat and we laugh (a lot).
Sometimes we argue like everyone else
but it doesn't matter because at the end of the day we love each other to pieces.
It fills my heart to think that God gave me two great guys to love and love me back.
The joy and security I feel because of their affection is a gift I wouldn't trade for the world.
We're a family... bound together forever and ever.
That baffles my mind.
I love my family.