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August Blog Challenge - Day 5

What are the five things that make you most happy right now?

  1. A houseful of my kids and their friends.  I love the noise and the chaos.  I love the chorus of "Hi, Mom!" when I get home.  I love the giant hugs.  I love that they empty my refrigerator and stay up too late.  I love driving with them in the car and hearing them sing along to the radio. I love their silly jokes.  I love the way they argue and cuss. I love the projects they do, even when my house smells like bleach afterwards.  And how they show me things like a new hat or a new tattoo.  I love the stories they tell.  I love that they want to tell me their stories.  I love that they want to hear what I think and ask my advice.  I love their enthusiasm.  I love that I get to share their joy and their tears. They fill my home with love.  I wouldn't have it any other way.
  2. Vanilla iced coffee from McDonald's.  I know. But really.  It probably does really rank up there in my top five.  I live a simple life.  New toothbrushes also make me ridiculously happy.
  3. Driving and hearing that song that describes exactly how I'm feeling.
  4. Waking up almost every morning to a video text that lets me know that he's thinking of me, that he misses me, that he loves me.
  5. Summer evenings on my deck.  Looking at the black sky dusted with stars.  Feeling the heat of the day fade away. Hearing crickets and the steady ch-ch-ch of the sprinklers over the wheat fields.  Smelling sweet onions in the breeze. With the dogs at my feet, I look back on the day and think, "You did it, Chelle. Another day in the books. There's food in the fridge, gas in the tank, and a roof over our heads.  You worked hard at an important job and made a difference. The house is a mess, but it's full of people you love." And before I go to bed, I open each door, just to check.  Just to hear them breathe.  Just to see that they're safe. And as I fall asleep, I thank God for all He's entrusted to me, and I ask for the chance to do it all again tomorrow...one more day.





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