I have ridiculous amounts to be grateful for this week.
Probably ridiculously unfair amounts - when there is all sorts of pain 'out there'.
I feel so damn blessed right now that I actually feel self-conscious about it.
(I will not mention the 'b' word in this post.)
I will say that I am grateful for my family.
(As we all are.)
The little family that Hubby and I have created.
The family that genuinely feels like my 'retreat' and my 'escape'.
I walked out of a seriously heavy few days at work later than I meant to this evening.
I walked out knowing that Hubby had also worked later than we planned
and Magoo was being picked up later than either of us would like.
I knew we would effectively have an hour or so of 'family time' to regroup,
eat, bath and cuddle before goodnights.
I made pathetic raspberry "pwoooof" sounds to myself in the car as I chastised us
for 'doing it again'.
Then we all piled in the door here and 'the hour' was heaven.
'The hour' felt like many.
'The hour' was laughing, chasing, scoffing, cuddling, sharing, bouncing, chatting, silliness, sweet cooperation(!) and refreshment.
I thought of nothing but my boys for the entire time we had.
My focus was solely on soaking them up and nothing else mattered.
Except maybe grabbing a snap of the sun setting from our backyard.
Sometimes, it is 'quality over quantity'.
That said, I won't say no to the three day weekend that awaits us.
Have a great one.
Linking with the beautiful bride Maxabella for 52 Weeks of Grateful