Some nights

 Some nights I sit back and look around at my husband, my kids, and this little life we have built together.

It is messy. It is loud. It is busy.
But it is everything I ever prayed for.

It is not perfect.
It is not easy.
But it is so beautiful.

I catch myself just exhaling in pure gratitude.
This is my one precious life.
And I never want to forget how lucky I am to be living it.

Through every hard moment.
Through every beautiful one.
This family. This journey. This life.
It is more than I could have ever dreamed of.
And I am so thankful I get to call it mine.

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