When did I let all this crap become more important than the magic? For once last night, I set aside my chores and worries about not being productive enough and I just played with my kids.
When did I let laundry overtake snuggle time? When did crap I dragged home from work out-rate spending time getting to know my family again?
As the sun rises after the longest night of the year, I want the sun to rise in my life as well. I know that I have responsibilites and obligations, sometimes the crap that follows me home needs to be done. Laundry doesn't wash itself, and people need to eat. But I want the magic back. I want to share life with my kids, I want to enjoy time with my husband. I want this "not good enough, not clean enough, not productive enough" to stop following me around.
I want to be a blessing to my family, and enjoy the blessing that they are to me.