Yesterday was a pretty average day. I didn't have classes or clinical, but I did have a mound of homework and housework to sort through. I ended up not getting around to cleaning the house like I said I would. . . the laundry remains unfolded, the junk mail needs to be sorted through, I still can't see my dining room table for all of the homework/dishes/mail on top of it, I didn't prepare my YW lesson for Sunday, heck I didn't even make my bed.
But then my husband came home. And he didn't care that I hadn't cleaned the house like I said I would. He just took me in his arms and held me. Oh how I love that man! We ate a fabulous dinner together, courtesy of
Pioneer Woman, and snuggled up on the couch to watch the latest
TV series Netflix hooked us on. The dog joined our snuggling too, and I was snuggled onto my husband, and my dog was snuggled onto me. It was perfect. Soon enough, Tyler fell asleep and so did Chloe, each of them snoring a little bit. It was then that I realized how blessed I am. I don't have a perfect life by any means, but in that moment life was perfect. It's the simple things that bring me great joy. It doesn't matter that I'm not the perfect wife with the super clean perfect house. I'd gladly take another day of spending time with my family over doing housework.