The Good Old Days

I have found my self lately longing for the "good old days" When everything was easier and I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. I could meet Patrick for Happy Hour after work without finding a babysitter. I could run out to the store without it being a production. I occasionaly find myself resenting the fact that Patrick has the ability to do what he wants to do, without worrying because he knows that I will take care of it. Today a thought hit me. All of that is true, Patrick can play golf and go out for drinks with the people from without a worry. But he is also gone for the big events and I am here to see all of them. I am here to hear Reagan say all of the funny things that she says. And when Morgan smiled and laughed for the first time. I am blessed to be able to spend all this time with my children and I realize that not everyone is that lucky. Although I do see why sometimes it would be nice to have an out, I wouldn't give it up for the world! Morgan can roll over!! Reagan being a proud big sis.

My husband read this post and thought the I was somehow implying that he was a bad husband and father, and that is no way what I meant. It was more about me and trying to have a more positive outlook! He is a wonderful husband and father and I am blessed that he is willing to work as hard as he does so that I am able to stay home with our beautiful girls.