…with my Bella this morning.
I was sorting laundry when I heard her sweet voice call down from the loft.
“Mommy? Are you finishing your work?”
“Almost, love. What are you doing?”
“I’m happy,” a pause, then, “Are you happy in your work, Mommy?”
I hadn’t really thought about that today. I wasn’t unhappy. I was just kind of in “work mode”, but then I thought about how thankful I was that I was able to do laundry, that I had a washing machine, that I had clothes to wash and a roof over my head, that I had a little girl and two little boys and a wonderful husband to love and care for.
“Yes, baby. I’m happy in my work.”
She laughed and ran down the steps. When she arrived at the washing machine and me, she clapped her hands, “Oh, Momma! Let’s just be happy today!”
I couldn’t help but laugh along with her, “Sounds like a plan. What makes you happy, chickadee-dee-dee?”
She sat on the floor, “Well, I love you and I love God and we’re a happy family.”
I have nothing to add.