This Is My Life

A couple of years ago, I didn't know how fun it could be to play trains all day in my "jimmies". And I didn't know how peacefully Thomas and his buddies could co-exist with dinosaurs. (At our house, the island of Sodor looks more like Jurassic Park with its own private railway.)

A couple of years ago, my order-oriented brain never imagined how much I'd love having my rug covered wall-to-wall with toys. And I also didn't know how badly it could hurt to step on a little plastic pre-historic caveman. Trust me, it hurts. Bad.













A couple of years ago, I didn't know how utterly frustrating it could be for a little person when those darn trains keep de-railing no matter how carefully and slowly you pull them along the track. And I didn't know how sweet the words, "Mommy, I nee heh-ulp" followed by, "Keenk ewe, Mommy!" could be and what a privilege it is to provide that help.











A couple of years ago, I didn't know how easily I'd tear up when he calls me his Favorite Mommy or when he sings "Jesus Loves Me". And I didn't know that Story Time, Biggest Kiss Ever, and Nite-Nite Pwayers would be my most favorite time of the day.













I've learned a whole lot in a little over two years. And I learn more every day. Most of all, I have learned that this is my life. These simple little day-to-day interactions. My life.

And it sure is a good one.