Yes, yes. I got it.

As you may recall, this week, I'm rejoicing. I'm not dictating my definition of love. And I'm not wallowing in a pity party. To that end, here's a little update I though you all would enjoy:

Yesterday, my husband affirmed me, conveying warm thoughts like, "Thanks for all you do" and "You're a good wife" while hugging and kissing me. Repeat cycle. Continue throughout day.

Grace emptied the dishwasher before I ever asked then turned to me, smiled,and queried, "Mommy, is there anything else I can do for you?"

The boys played without one conflict all morning.

Elijah put his Box Tops in his backpack for the final day of submission - after his sister divided them equally, put them in snack bags, and labeled them with the necessary info. Then he hugged his baby brother and informed him, "Someday, I'll label Box Tops for you, Judsen."

My mother-in-law picked up both my children from school on her day off so I could run errands and cook her birthday dinner in peace.

All this without my instruction, interference, agenda, or plan. Imagine that (dry sarcasm oozing here).

 Yes, yes, God. I got it.