I am sitting, writing, drinking chai and eating ... homemade fudge. A lot of it. Oops.
And for this moment - though the teething baby kept me up half the night and dada and I had that regular arguement of "who-is-more-tired" before church this morning and little man is out of sorts which makes me dread Monday morning - for now, in this very specific moment it hits me like a ton of bricks.
Damn am I blessed.