Wednesday, April 22, 2009

There is no one else


Who understands it all. Every speck. When I am worn out, kids causing frustration to boil inside of me, rice all over the kitchen floor, a thousand things on my brain, I look so forward to sitting next to him every evening. Watching a show, folding laundry, going over finances. His scratchy, hairy arm brushes mine and he gets all my jokes. It's just, normal. Very normal and very nice.

5 comments:

Debbi said...

I just read an article in a scrapbook magazine about documenting your normal daily life with pictures...the person hired a professional and that person followed them around all day. I would totally hire you. I love what you capture with your camera and blog Sarah. It's amazing.

Jeni said...

Sarah, I know that some people don't like it when wives talk about how in love with their husbands they are, but THANK YOU. I love to read about my friends and their happiness. I have too many friends that are unhappy with their husbands, to the point that I almost feel guilty for having it so good, and it's so hard not to be angry at the husbands and chew them out when I see them, so it is so refreshing to know that I'm not the only wife I know that is happy!

Cherilyn said...

so cute, and so true

missy said...

We're on the same wavelength because I have a draft in my blog about my husband.

I loved this post. Because I totally get it. I look so forward to 6 o'clock throughout the day, but the 9 o'clock when it's just the two of you...it's the best.

Katherine said...

Love the comments sarie. Know exactly what you mean. I, too, love it. And about the new audi versus laughing babies: I thought the same thing today as I passed by a shiny black BMW X5. Didn't care a bit, just content with my poor happy life:) Thanks for putting that into words!