I'm still in bed. I'm checking email, blogstalking, and listening to Paramore (at a low volume so no one suspects I'm awake.)
All this without having set my feet upon the ground.
I can hear my husband & daughter in the other room giggling together. A husband who puts up with my shit with grace, patience & love and mentally, financially, emotionally & sometimes even physically supports me like nobodys business.
I am also loving the hilarious conversation Matt is having with his (awesome) brother, Ryan who has graciously invited us to share their St. George condo week for the holiday. I am 90% sure that I can feel my baby squirming around inside of me as I lay here. Our home is full of more love & security than I ever thought possible. And also some very cute new furniture thanks to our fortuitous flooding incident earlier this year.
(and I'm not even kidding, Matt just brought me breakfast in bed. Pancakes & eggs & maple syrup. Fo' real yo.)
I have friends that I would literally lie down in traffic for. Some of them are even family, the ones who aren't, still are.
My daughter tells me at random intervals that she loves me & that I look "piddy". And as soon as I post this, I'm going to read a book that was brought about through countless faithful sacrifices, a book that never fails to enrich my life & bring me closer to my Heavenly Father & my Savior, without whom this wonderful life of mine would be completely pointless.
I'm seriously so blessed.
- Posted from my iPhone