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Bliss, or something like it. 

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I’m lying here, nursing my daughter to sleep, listening to my oldest four play minecraft together. 
It’s hardly the “picture perfect” moment. I have housework that’s far behind, I can’t remember what alone time even is. The three year old is whining about who knows what and I’m afraid to call out to him because I don’t want to wake the baby. The minecrafters have had way too much screen time this week, and I haven’t made a real meal -one that involved more than can openers or opened boxes- in days. I’m tired. Money is tight. Evenings with the husband are rare and pretty much always end up with one or both of us falling asleep while watching a TV show we didn’t really want to watch in the first place but were too tired to do anything else. 
With all these thoughts running through my mind, this feeling grew and grew; it swelled up and enveloped me with intensity. 

Love
My
Life. 
I do. I love the chaos, the mix of personalities, the noise and busyness that comprises our home. 
No, I don’t love mess and arguments, but I would take them tenfold over the emptiness that would be required for a spic-and-span house and quiet days. 
This moment of beauty through the madness wont aways shine quite so strongly, and I’ll forget to appreciate what I have. We all do, and that’s okay. That’s human. After all, if we truly “enjoyed every moment,” where would be the motivation to grow and change? 
But for now, I’ll snuggle up to my precious baby girl and listen to the chaos that is my life, and I will be grateful for it. 
  


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