I never thought I’d be the type of person to say this, but there’s something strangely fulfilling about raising kids. I’ve never been one to enjoy domesticity (cooking leaves me cold, for instance) but I do get a bit of a glow when I feed my family and see them thrive. And it’s pretty cool to see all the new things the kids learn to do (Justin just figured out how to moo like a cow, which doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it’s so darn cute). My life just seems so much more meaningful since I became a mother.

I’ve got the warm fuzzies right now because Brayden slept nine straight hours last night (and after Chris fed him, he went back to sleep for another two and a half). Let’s hope this continues…