Probably when my face was covered with pureed sweet potatoes thanks to the fun new trick our 6 month old (now almost 1-year-old) discovered of spitting her lips together just after getting a mouth full, and my ears could only hear the screaming of our two-year-old because I wouldn't let her color with the sidewalk chalk inside on our wood floors.
I was probably still in PJs... at lunch.
And hadn't showered.
Or redone the messy bun on top of my head from how it looked when I rolled out of bed before 6 AM on my summer "break."
I have everything I have ever prayed for.
Everything.
Wow.
That kind of realization takes time to process. Weeks, even months, before I can fully grasp how awesome it is.
I say it over and over in my head... I have everything I have ever prayed for.
And it's all because of you.
You.
7 years ago you came in to my life.
I know now, God had planned on this. He knew when I prayed for someone to love, to want a family and build a home, that you would be the one.
And as I sit here tonight on the couch with you and our stubborn, independent, and beautiful little toddler as our almost one-year-old sleeps quietly in her crib, I can't help but think again.
I have everything I've ever prayed for.
And it's all because of you.
Happy Birthday You.
