This is a short blog post about nothing. (And also about everything.) You’ve been warned.
Today, as I was folding laundry — Mr. B’s underbritches, to be specific — I started crying. Mr. B was sitting next to me on the couch, and I turned to him:
“I never knew that I really wanted get married or have kids. But, this is exactly what I would have wanted it to be.”
And folded more underbritches. And then I cried a little more.
“I am,” I said, “so very happy.”
Our life is nothing special. Really: our house is a mess; our yard needs raking; our bank account never seems to have enough in it; and our days are never quite long enough to get everything done.
But it is perfect.
Like today: we’re having a family day — that started with some extra snuggles and reaaaaallllly stretching out our wake-up routine.
From there, we made a trip to the gym and a quick stop at the store. The rest of the day we’ve been at home, just hanging out and doing home-type things. Laundry. Dishes. Picking up. Dottie Lou even gave us some mom-and-dad time while she napped in her own crib! (Time that we filled with sweat pants and couch-snuggles. Just what this rainy day called for.)
This definitely isn’t what I pictured for my life — and not really what I had planned.
Boy am I glad I was wrong.
“Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you’re talkin’ to the man upstairs
That just because he may not answer doesn’t mean he don’t care
Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.”
— Garth Brooks, “Unanswered Prayers” —