so i looked out the window last weekend when i was feeling so crummy (health wise and spirits wise) and saw this... my husband, either attempting to show my daughter how to hotwire a car, or just attempting to amuse her. (he does the later) - but what i realize is, that he helps me out everyday. he lets me be annoyed, or sick, or just plain disillusioned with the world. and hel realizes that i'll come back. i always do.
god. i realize that i love my family. i realize i love my life. i even love my job. who can say they have it this good?