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?!)