My child is four

FOUR. Woah.



I’m happy

Maybe not with every little detail in every corner of my world, but I’m happy. Actually happy. I don’t know how long I’ve unquestionably felt this way or if things will turn and there will be a grey period someday, but right now I’m happy.

I love my little family, and I love my little home, and I love my little life.

I’m happy.