happy

I know I blog about all the lovely things in my life. I do it because my life is lovely. Yes my three-year-old can be snotty sometimes, but she is mostly vibrant and happy. So, the baby screams and want to be held a lot. She is also chubby and warm and cuddly. Sometimes Chris and I misinterpret the other person's meaning and waste fifteen minutes being offended until we get over ourselves. But we tell each other "I love you" fifteen times a day and once an hour we ask our spouse if we can get them a glass of water. Fridges break down and take up all our savings. ER visits and root canals happen and sometimes I feel like a slave to medical bills. I work twenty eight hour weeks while I still tend to babies and cooking and cleaning. But all these things are just brief snippets and moments in my life. And the rest of it is just happy and blissful and perfect to me. I don't let little moments get me down. In fact, I forget about them really quickly. The super-positive gene is embedded in my DNA. So, while I blog about everything always being so "lovely" and "wonderful." I really mean it.