My life is over-flowing. It's so full of wonderful craziness it can't be contained and it makes a proverbial mess. When I'm at the grocery store with all 3 kids at least one person always says "you have your hands full." I used to reply "full of wonderful things," but now my retort has changed to "my life is over-flowing." I have a full life, full of love, baby smiles, sticky fingers, 5 year old giggles, poop on the rug, the sweet smell of baby cheeks, and a wonderful partner who supports me through my mental illness. I don't think anyone else could handle being married to me as well as he does. He thinks he's lucky to have me, but I sometimes think he just doesn't know any better because I'm the only girlfriend he's ever had. YOU GUYS I'M CRAZY. He's a saint. He drives me crazy, but I appreciate him.
Ammon woke up this morning and started calling for Daddy. He has just gone to work, so I went upstairs and laid down next to him. I said "Good morning, sweetheart." His hair had the delicious, salty just-waking-up smell as I kissed it. He reached over and caressed my cheek and said "Aww. You're my sweet little heart." Moments like this make my life!
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