It seems like many times in my life I've either wished for the future or longed for the past. Marshall and I are always saying: "When this happens." Or "Next year..." Or "Remember when...?" I almost forget to live in the moment. Sitting here tonight, the boys are sleeping soundly, my house is pretty darn clean (which is amazing that it's clean,) I got a good run in, and spent some time with my boys after work. I can't help but think how content I am and how good life really is.
I have the two most handsome and wonderful boys. I wish I could pause time as they are both in the cutest stages right now.
My husband is loving, supportive, helpful and just plain wonderful.
For the first time in my life, I am working a job that I really love and feel like I'm actually making a difference. School is much less demanding and not so bad when you are getting paid. (Not to mention my 2nd job the blog where I'm my own boss. That's pretty amazing in and of itself.)
I've reflected on my testimony of the church this last month, only to realize just how strong and firm I am in my faith. Such a comfort.
I'm in better shape than I've ever been and have exercised 4-6 times a week consistently for 7 months now.
Don't get me wrong, life isn't perfect and there are plenty of things I *could* complain about. But I won't. Tonight I am content.