Recently I had a friend ask me if I was looking at getting back into writing. My initial response was no, but I'd love to. I'd love to one day write a book, I'd love to write for a magazine again, I'd love to wake up every morning, throw on some slacks and rush to the office. But for now, what I love doing is under the roof of my home.
I love waking up with tired eyes and cuddling in bed and watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse until someone's too bored to cuddle anymore. I love my dress code for work is sweats, uneaten food, and messy hair. I love that most days I pray for a shower and if any household chore gets completed that's an accomplishment. I love making sure my son is well fed, clean, dresssed cute, and most of all, happy. I love making this house a home and counting down the minutes until my husband gets home from work. I love watching Isaiah crawl to the door with his little bum waddling as he goes to greet his daddy. I love that my life is very full and I couldn't ask for more.
I've always dreamed of one day having a successful career and that dream still exists. But for now, my occupation is mom and I have an even bigger dream for that to be a success.