Standing over the stove cooking dinner in my PJs with unwashed hair.
Our crazy pup is flying through the house like a bat out of hell (que the intermittent leg humps).
A rather large stack of bills is piled on the kitchen table.
I've got my mind on my $$$ and my $$$ on my mind. I feel you, Snoop.
Amidst the chaos -- two loving, forgiving arms attached to the sweetest man I know wrap around me.
"I love when you cook for me. My happiness level is a 14 out of 10 right now, Babe."
I married a constant reminder of all things good.
The noise quiets, and I realize that worry-ville can wait.
Right now deserves my full attention and best self.
Dinner never tasted so good.