As I was baking some goods tonight, I couldn't help but think how much I love doing these things. Being in the kitchen, my boy wrapped close to me in the Moby, dancing around to Michael Buble's Holiday station on Pandora. I just love being at home. Being a mom. Being a wife whose cookies make her husband's mouth water (which isn't hard to do by the way). So I just had to stop and thank Ben for the gift of our son. For the gift of being able to stay at home with him. It's seriously the best job in the world. I feel like I'm doing what I'm meant to do. I know that one day I'll look back at this time and yearn for it again. The good so easily drowns out the sometimes long, tireless days and nights. What a gift it is to be a mom and for God to have given that to me before I had the chance to plan it-like I want to do with everything. I love that He knew what I secretly desired, yet the timing of this was not of my own thinking.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,"
declares the LORD.
"As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.