And where there is love? There is CHEESE.

I’m in my room folding clothes and my husband is in the bathroom giving Gabby a bath.
He’s singing to her. Halfway through the song she starts squealing, splashing and laughing. He stops singing and says, “I love you so much little girl. You’re SO CUTE.”
He starts singing again and she begins to hum along with him.

It’s moments like this that I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. The little moments, the ones that I so often don’t pay attention to. The ones that I need to start paying more attention to.
For it is in moments like this that I realize, it doesn’t matter that I didn’t go to college. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have a fancy house, or drive a new car. It doesn’t matter that I’m not a size 5 anymore.

I have this amazing family. And we all love each other so much.
No matter what. There’s always love in this house.
That’s what matters.
(p.s. why didn’t someone warn me that having a baby girl would turn me into a pile of mush who cried all of the time about every little thing?!)

13 thoughts on “And where there is love? There is CHEESE.

  1. Firebrand

    You know, for the first time, I think I can really relate to that on an intimate level…who needs a college degree and a fancy house or 6-figure job if they don’t have love? Because that’s all that really matters in this life…that we are able to love one another and be loved in return.
    You are blessed! 🙂

  2. Beth

    Great little snapshot! I love that your husband can say this to a baby — some men just can’t. I honestly don’t remember hearing my son’s dad tell him he loves him, although I know he does love him, of course.
    And you used to be a size 5? Well, shee-it! Some of us never ever achieved that. I think the lowest I’ve ever been was an 8, and even that is a very distant memory. ;^)

  3. wendi

    That is the sweetest thing I have heard in a long time. 🙂 There are not alot of men like him. I guess hes a keeper than 🙂

  4. Redhead Mommy

    That is too sweet! Yeah, I’m blessed with a lot of love in my house too, and I savor it, because it wasn’t what I had growing up. I think that the things we don’t have have no comparison to the things we do!

  5. Amy

    Y, I started crying at this post. Twice! Once when I read it yesterday, and then again this morning. Either I am a ridiculous sap or those little baby girls truly do get you!

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