small, happy moments.

moments like these make my heart and soul happy on so many levels.

moments like these seem to strip my pride away. the ugly parts of my being that like to complain inwardly that my hubby is too busy. they rear their ugly head when they say, "yeah, yeah...we expected this, but...". inward struggles that crave more quality time. more family time. more of him with them. with me.

but then i get these moments that spill sweetness all over the dinner table like a glass of milk. they whisper to me through the silly giggles that we are right where we're supposed to be. we're doing fine and we're hanging on. we've been called and we will be sustained.