Tuesday, November 5, 2013


The night is cold, but my home is warm. The aromas of dinner still hang in the air as I wipe the stove clean. Dishes are piled waiting to be put in the dishwasher. As I stare at the mess, laughter pours in from the other room. My husband is tickling our oldest son while humming a silly tune to entertain our youngest son.

I smile despite the chores surrounding me. 

My heart is full.

 I am blessed.

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