Life is good, and very full. Sure, there are things that could be better, but it's okay that they're not.
I look at our kids and my heart fills with happiness. I love how they are growing. I love who they are. I'm excited to see where they go in life.
I don't know what it is about Daddy, but something is different. Or maybe he is exactly the same, and I'm seeing him differently? I don't know, but I feel very pliable at the moment. I just want to be...His. I want to be engulfed with Him. I want to follow him around, on my hands and knees. I really, really, really don't want to do something wrong--it stings more (if you can believe that) when I don't get it right.
I feel like the different pieces of me are all lined up and working together like they should. I'm a mom, a wife, and a whore, all at the same time. It's wonderful!
I feel loved...and it hurts, in a good, yet scary kind of way.