That's the Good Stuff

Yesterday, after having gone through several boxes, (I am still unpacking) I was taking a break when Ryanna asked me, "Mom, can I go play in the sprinklers outside?" I was about to open my mouth and say, "no," when it dawned on me. Yes, yes, she can go outside and run through my very own sprinkler, that I own, on my very own grass, that I own, in my backyard that is completely fenced in. That fence--I own it too!

So, I sent her upstairs to put on her swimsuit, so she could go and run through the sprinklers in the backyard. She had a blast. She just kept running back and forth and back and forth. It seemed a bit tedious really, but she had fun. I even let Owen crawl around on the patio area. He was in close enough range that the sprinkler would get him too and he loved it. He didn't love it more than the tasty looking rocks that were nearby, but he was entertained as well.

I went inside to get something and on my way back outside, I could see my kids in the yard and it just looked so idyllic. I stopped for a second and thought, this is it. This is what Derek and I have worked so hard to achieve. We wanted a house with a yard for our kids to play in and now we have it. We are so blessed. I was filled with such happiness and I thought, "Wow, I love this!"

Oh yeah, that first paragraph wasn't completely honest. The bank actually owns all of this stuff, but they don't care that I live here and do what I want. It's a great arrangement.