I am one lucky girl.
I just want to scream this at the top of my lungs. I try never to take the love in my life for granted but as the routine of the days move on... it can happen. You wake up... you go to work.. you come home and start over the next day. In between that is chocked full with the faces of those you love. They wake up with you. They kiss your face, they remind you to take your lunch... that they need money for the military ball tickets or the CitySaver fundraiser, that they have a test after school or a friend is coming over. Everyone leaves... everyone experiences their own trials and challenges, successes and excitement and then come home. Our table may be small and our family big but gathering together at dinner table makes up for so much.
I do struggle with working and missing so much. I'm one of the many working moms who do so. I just don't feel like I am doing all I can for them. Life is what it is... and we make the most of it.
When we return after our own separate days and sit around the circle table top... (baby too.) I can feel how very fortunate I am. My life is full and my heart is energized with teenagers and soon to be teenagers and a baby just beginning to learn what they have, a husband who cherishes every bit and is learning right along with the baby... this family life.
Tomorrow, the baby turns One and I am reduced to mere awe of my family through this year.
