I climbed into my bed last night and cozied in next to my dear husband who was there already, reading a book. It was a book that I recently finished and am enjoying watching him enjoy. The blankets were warm and sweet-smelling, fresh from the drier, and my knitting was calling my name. It had been a long and fruitful day. The newly cleaned and organized room surrounding us was proof of the morning's work, but the real fruit came in the second half of the day, spent outside in the sunshine, basking in the newly come spring with boys who have waited patiently for it. I picked up my needles, the quiet of the night settling in around me, and suddenly it occurred to me:
I have everything I've ever wanted on this earth.