It's raining here. Like, really raining. When I woke up this morning I could smell it wafting in from my window. It sounded like someone was standing on our roof with a fire hose. And then, I looked at the clock. And it was 6:30. And I had woken up by myself. My kid was still soundly sleeping. Ahhhhhhhh. I already loved this Sunday.
Then, when she did wake up, she was smiling. Like, the " I love my family and my house and my bed and my life" kind of smile. And we discovered that she had finally grown into the Beatles onesie Rich has been waiting to put on her for four months now. And we went out galavanting in the rain this morning as she slept on Rich's shoulder. When she did wake, it was to try and catch the raindrops with her chubby fingers and laugh when her face got wet.
I've had two cups of coffee (with cream, as we've finally figured out that her bloody diaper issue is not dairy related- and has severely decreased over the last 3 weeks, thank you God!) and am staring at my baby girl smile in her sleep during nap time while my husband watches soccer and I write to you and it's in doing all of this that reinforces what is important and what is not.
Because of my decision to stay home with my kid, we may not be able to afford vacations. Or cable. Or organic coffee beans. Or our mortgage(AHHHH!). But, after a day like today, none of that even came across the radar. My heart was full, spending it with the people I love the very most, playing in the rain, taking a nap and celebrating our family. No job I could ever have would top that.