Most of my days are just getting through the hectic morning, a busy day at work, the after-work-and-school playtime, dinnertime, bathtime and bedtime routine, and then by 9 o'clock I am making my way to bed from exhaustion. Rinse. Repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
Sometimes I look at this time of our lives anxiously waiting for the next phase of our lives. That imaginary phase that hasn't happened yet. That phase where we have more money. Less financial burdens. More time with each other. Less time working outside of the house. More square footage. Less house projects. More date nights. Less of the unknown.
More. Less. More. Less. We always want more or less.
But what if these are the best days of our lives?