BUT, the truth is those don't matter. Not in the long run. We could live in tent in the park and have no money at all and still would be incredibly blessed.
I have a husband who works ultra hard for us. He is gone 12+ hours a day. Recently, he found out his high school diploma from Australia doesn't work here so he is going to school to get his GED at night so he can start college classes within a few months. He is so great about letting me get out of the house and having some "me" time anytime I need it. He puts up with all of my baggage from my family and the drama it brings.
I am so so so grateful for the ability to have children. I don't take that for granted. Each of my babies is so precious and special. I love all the moments I get to hold them and hear them whisper they love me. I love when they hold my hand or sneak into my bed and cuddle next to me. I love when they tell me I'm their best friend in the whole world and smother me in kisses. I love when they smile at me like I am their whole world.
I love my family and I just needed to share that today.