Dear Life,

I am really happy. I love my husband. I love my house. My dog. My cat. We have jobs that pay the bills and we enjoy. I can cook pretty well. He can too, but let's be honest, I'm the main cook in the house. Kinley agrees... or at least, I spill more. We have lots of projects. And we've accomplished a LOT this year.

We recounted all of our projects this year over lunch today.... fresh chicken salad sandwiches. Freshly made. Hot and with love on freshly baked bread.

It is late; Ken is walking Kinley before we go to sleep, but I marvel at our life. It is truly the life I have hoped for (despite being so busy).

P.S. The garage doors are hung.