The last week has been a little stressful from an "adulting" standpoint.
We're nearing another crossroads in our lives,
which is both exciting and a little unnerving.
I am such a planner that I start to obsess over having a long-term plan,
so I spend way too much time researching endless hypothetical scenarios.
The odd thing is, I'm totally fine with the plan changing...
I just like to have a plan in place to deviate from.
In any case, during times like this when it's not always 100% fun to be a grown-up,
I am so grateful to have kids.
They keep me grounded and bring me joy in life's simple pleasures.
A baby who has a hard time napping when the house is quiet becomes a source of peace and refreshment as I stop what I'm doing and hold him for an hour as he sleeps (with his eyes half-open).
A 3-year-old who is almost always dressed in a costume and begs to help in the kitchen becomes a source of constant amusement.
A 5-year-old who loves make-believe and creates endless works of art takes me into another world with his imagination.
A 7-year-old who comes home from school breathless, ready for his snack, and ready to fill me in on the details of his day brings new energy and enthusiasm into life.
They are constant reminders of what matters most.