Sometimes my breath catches and it's not that it's perfect or that I don't yell about Legos all over my living room floor (why all over my living room floor KYLE?) or that I don't wish Mike would bring home flowers more often than he does for no greater reason than I just like flowers and I like when Mike walks through the door with them. My breath catches not because it's perfect but because it's good.
My breath cathches because I know what not good love feels like and it's heavy and it wears you down and it's exhausting and on my worst day with Mike and on my worst day as a mom, it's just never felt like that, even when it's hard, it's never been bad.
It's actually been a rather tough year for me, normally tough (life is so very LIFE sometimes, isn't it?), but even when days, weeks, or months are tough, life is still good.
Life will always be good with them.