The Simpler Things

For the past few weeks I have been frantically trying to find my old, non-maternity clothes. I was at a loss. I had a few items of clothing, but I was really starting to get worried that I'd lost them or given them away to DI over Christmas. (we gave away sooo much stuff before the end of the year.) I knew that I wouldn't do that though. Believe me, I'd love to say that I "lost" all my clothes and have to go buy all new ones, but I also know that that would be very irresponsible at this point. Finally the other night Carter went down to the basement to see if he could find the box that they were in. I put all of Savannah's outgrown clothes in her diaper boxes, and I wondered if I'd put my clothes in one of the diaper boxes as well. There's a lot of those boxes. Well, he found the box. I can't tell you how relieved I was. As I was going through the box, I was so excited. I wasn't exactly sure why I'd be so excited about wearing old clothes, but I was. I found my jeans...oh how I love my jeans. I immediately tried them on and luckily they fit. I felt great in them. A little while later I was thinking about it and my thought was that it really is about the simpler things in life. How your jeans can make you feel like a new woman. How eating warm brownies and ice cream with your hubby is the perfect ending to a hectic day. How watching your daughter twirl around the living room dancing and singing, and then watch her walk right into a wall because she's so clumsy, can keep the humor alive. How a little body curled up in your bosom can make you feel so warm and needed. This is what it's all about. For me at least. I know that I could freak out all day long about debt and the impending medical bills, and believe me I still will a little...or more than a little, but when it comes down to it, what matters the most are these little people...and my hubby of course. They are my life. And I love it.