i love my job.

I'm not going to lie. There are days when I think about picking up the paper and finding a job; any job will do. Days can get long, lonely, frustrating. Sometimes I feel like baby talk is the only language I hear or speak. A shower can be more rare than routine. My cute clothes are shoved to the back of my closet.

Then there are days like today. We woke up when we wanted and mozied around, went to the arboretum (wonderful place!), went out for lunch together, got together with friends, then swam for 3.5 hours. We left at 9am and got home at 6pm.

On the way home I was thinking about how incredibly blessed I am. I enjoyed the entire day with the gifts God gave me. We had nowhere to be but where we wanted to be. It was so wonderful.

Hear me: I'm not looking to pick a fight, or judge those who do work. Those are not my intentions at all.

But I want to remember these fun days, because they aren't all peachy. I want to remember that I am molding hearts and shaping lives, even when I feel them pushing back on all my efforts. I want to remember that these children have no other mom than me, even when they favor grandparents, friends, cousins.

We do everything together, my little gems and I. I love my job.