Happiness is listening to my sweet husband tuck in our baby at night and hearing his frustration in his sigh as she continues to jabber on about who knows what. Happiness is hearing Aaron's motorcycle pull up to the house after work and even after 5 years together the anticipation of seeing him gives me insane butterflies. Happiness is watching Oak walk around the house in nothing but a diaper, black knee high boots, a fuzzy purple hat and matching purse. Happiness is opening my cupboard and not seeing anything specific to eat but knowing that through the overflowing randomness in it I will find something to throw together. Happiness is feeling my little swimmer kick the heck out of my insides. Happiness is looking at Oak and seeing myself mixed with Aaron's gorgeous blue eyes. Happiness is a mere word I am trying to use to describe the perfection I call my reality. Thank heavens for trials and the goodness that comes after the storm.
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You're amazing Rachel! I admire your zest for life and how you take each day as it comes and always try to look for the positive in things! Thanks for your example, and for helping me to remember its not the big things that matter, its the small and simple things! :)
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