I may not be perfect but these are the things that are perfect to me.
Hot, strong coffee in the early morning hours while my children are still snoring away.
The smell of Mrs. Meyers Lavender hand soap (or any other of her lavender products.)
The feeling of crossing the finish line, no matter how long it took.
My husband nicknaming me "almost," him being totally right, and both of us being able to laugh at me. I'll finish something I start soon, I swear...
My daughter Violet, who at 4 1/2 has the most amazing memory and is clearly one of the smartest people I know. You cannot fool this one. She has ruined my ability to sneak clothing purchases past my husband, as every time I wear something new she'll say, " That's a nice new sweater, mommy. When did you get it?"
My daughter Edie, almost 3 and still goofy and sweet as ever. Before she turned 2 she made up her own dance entitled "Wiggle Your Body as Fast as You Can. And Turn. And Turn."
The truffle pizza at Apizza Scholls. I ate it once many months ago and can still conger up the taste and smell. Yum. Let's go. Now. Yes, I know it's 5am.
A brand new baby with a perfect latch. One of natures true wondrous miracles. Form, function, beauty, love, all rolled into one.
Climbing into my big, comfy bed after a long exhausting birth, knowing I did good and happy to be home.
Knowing, deep, deep knowing that you love and are loved in the most perfect way possible.