I've Prayed For This :: 31 Days of Motherhood

Sometimes I need to be reminded that this life is exactly what I've prayed for. 

He might work much too late some days, walking through the door just in time to catch me making out with a bottle of wine, waving the white flag of motherhood, but he's the loving, passionate, dedicated man I fell in love with nearly ten years ago, the man I am proud to call my husband. 

I may curse like a sailor and huff as I'm mopping the kitchen floors or wiping down sticky tabletops for the hundredth time this week, but they are the kitchen floors and the sticky tabletops in a beautiful home that we both have worked so hard to call our own. 

Although there are {many} days when together they bring me to my knees, cheeks wet with tears of frustration, throat burning from raised voices, eyes tired from not nearly enough sleep, I prayed for the two little blessings that I call my sons. 

Despite his size, The Toddler can make any room in our house look like an episode of Hoarders in five minutes flat. He can throw a tantrum known to wake the dead and has become quite efficient at feeding any and all meals to the dog. But in an instant, he can turn it all around with a simple hug and his sweet, sometimes too-sensitive nature. 

Sometimes I need to be reminded that I will miss these days. 

Not long off my house will quiet. The quiet that comes with pre-teen boys staying out past curfew. The quiet that comes with college boys spending Spring Break somewhere warm. The quiet that comes with an empty house. 

I know there will be a day that I will yearn for those messy floors. Those sticky tabletops. Those sleepless nights. The extra tiny body in our bed, lying peacefully, radiating so much warmth for something so small, between my husband and I. 

Sometimes I need to be reminded that this life is exactly what I prayed for. 

To read more of my 31 Days, click here.

I was inspired to write this post after reading this entry in The Nester's 31 Days link up.