…with my Bella this morning.
I was sorting laundry when I heard her sweet voice call down from the loft.
“Mommy? Are you finishing your work?”
“Almost, love. What are you doing?”
“I’m happy,” a pause, then, “Are you happy in your work, Mommy?”
I hadn’t really thought about that today. I wasn’t unhappy. I was just kind of in “work mode”, but then I thought about how thankful I was that I was able to do laundry, that I had a washing machine, that I had clothes to wash and a roof over my head, that I had a little girl and two little boys and a wonderful husband to love and care for. Read more... (190 words, estimated 46 secs reading time)