Okay, Joy Unexpected just pulled me out of the funk, with a little swiss on rye. If I had tonight’s post to write over again, I might have written something like this:
Today, my three year old told me that I am his favorite person.
My husband and I had a leisurely day catching up around the house, doing chores together, reading books together, and raising our children together.
My baby flipped the light switches on and off and learned the word pretty.
I accomplished something that I will be proud of, and never mind the urgency with which I worked on it during nap and after the children’s bedtime.
Today I lived life to the fullest.
Take that, cancer!