Often times I think of my life and I feel like a failure in so many ways. I feel like I don't do enough, like my house is never clean and the laundry is never done. (It isn't) I feel like the day's just go by and we are just going through the motions. I don't want to just go through the motions. As a Mother, I know it is our nature to be our toughest critic. I know that we are hardest on ourselves. Especially as we look at our friends and family and see all that we perceive they are. We browse the Blog World and become jealous and envious of the lives people post. Last night I was thinking and I realized something. Something that I have always known but don't always acknowledge. My life is beautiful. My life is sweet and meaningful. My home is often messy and the laundry is NEVER caught up BUT, in this home we are HAPPY and when people come into our home, they are HAPPY too. They know they are loved. They know that when they walk out our front door. Their name is safe. IN OUR HOME.
In our home... We spin in the grass...just to watch our skirt fly.
In our home... We catch caterpillars and watch them crawl on us for hours and then let them go so their Momma won't miss them too much.
In our home... We jumprope until we just can't do it anymore!
In our home...We have VERY SERIOUS lessons on how to properly mow the lawn. (These lessons cannot be taken lightly)
In our home...We pile on the golf-cart on a Sunday afternoon as a family to go fly kites.
In our home...We like to let Daddy cook RIBS straight from "his kitchen" in the back yard. We sit outside and eat as a family and laugh and enjoy the evening.
When I started this post I just wanted to put some recent pictures up for the family to see. As I progressed, picking the photos I realized that all of these photos were taken within 2 weeks of each other. That made me HAPPY. That validated to me, that we are doing SOMETHING RIGHT. Don't be totally fooled...within those 2 weeks I can promise you that there were lot's of time-outs, early bed times, yelling and fighting. Mom being exhausted, Dad being equally...if not more exhausted moment's but all in all I realize...We must be doing something RIGHT, in our HOME.
