Contentment

Recently, I have experienced a bit of a blast from the past. You know how it is...people come and go out of your life and it is always interesting to hear what someone has been up to that you haven't heard from for as long as you can remember a bit like a school reunion if you could call it that. I once had a conversation with Chief Oracle about this. You walk into a room full of professionals dying to tell you how many degrees they have, how they have been jetted around the world, how they are pillars of society, champions of industry and that they have no time to start a family. They have no space in their lives for life's simplest pleasures. If it does not have a huge price tag on it, then it is not worth having...you know the type.

It is funny how parenthood changes you. T and I are going through what is the best life changing experience, the sort that makes you a better person. I guess I am trying to say that I feel complete. We have enough, more than enough. We have each other and we have our boy (and furry girls - who incidently I would like to strangle at the moment as one is yowling downstairs and the other is busy tipping post off the desk, post that I had sorted ready for filing). We look forward to time spent together, a candlelit meal (during a power cut), a chuckle from our Munchkin, a quiet night in front of the TV with our girls. Every night I go to bed counting my blessings and every morning I wait excitedly to hear Munchkin call for me so that I can have my first cuddle and smile for the day. When I hold him, I know I have made it and I know I am holding a great treasure, a blessing in a bundle, joy in an armful!