there was just something about that moment where i felt utterly content in, well, everything. my hair was a mess, i just got done scrubbing ry's grubby little fingers, and wiping up leftover taco meat from lunch, but suddenly when i stopped to look i saw pure joy.
i was satisfied in my grungy outfit and my ponytail. i was satisfied in the soreness in my back. i was satisfied with the toys in the living room and the slightly less than perfectly clean kitchen. i was satisfied because they were all signs of him. and the joy he brings.
yes, there are most certainly more glamorous things in the world than changing diapers and wiping snotty noses, but today i felt like a queen.
you see i feel blessed. blessed that i was able to bring life into this world. blessed that i am able to stay home with my baby every day. blessed to chase him all around the house. blessed to pick up his toys over and over again. blessed to be his momma.
i am content.
no other title in the world could be as sweet. ma-ma.
there is beauty in contentment.