I just got back from a business trip with Dave. I am the luckiest lady that I get to go away with him every once in a while. Seriously, I just look at him all the time and think to myself, "man oh man how did I get so lucky to snag that guy?" Sadly, I was pretty sick the whole time...I don't know what's wrong with me...but we had fun anyway, and we both got a bunch of work done.
Now we've got our work cut out for us with a bazillion things needing to get done...he has to take off for China and I have to buckle down and figure out how to fight the state to let us keep our therapy for Lucy (amongst a bunch of doctor and insurance stuff).
But let me pause and relate the questions I came home with:
How did we get so lucky to have the best people ever take such great care of our kids while we were gone?
How did our kids get that much cuter while we were gone?
How did my five-year-old manage to get every single stitch of clothing she owns dirty...even the stuff that's still in her drawers?
How did my husband get so conscientious that he helped me fold all seven loads of laundry that I did today?
Why didn't Heavenly Father make Moms have wings so they can really nestle all their kids safely under them (especially after they've been out of town) and just hold them there together for a while so all their love can soak into each of their hearts?
How is it that people are so incredibly good that we can come home to even more of the kindest, most thoughtful e-mails and hand-written real cards and letters from people about Lucy and life?
Our hearts are so full.