Yesterday I had a conversation with my sister-in-law and we were talking about how hectic life is. We discussed how even when we think there is “nothing” to do something always comes up and our days are full. Between work, helping the kids with homework, dinner, laundry, cleaning…the list goes on and on. Sometimes it would be nice to have some “me” time and do the things we really enjoy doing. Then after I got home I began to think, at the end of my days I feel so fullfiled because I have done the things I enjoy most and that’s spending time with my family. Yes the kids can get rowdy and drive me crazy (the boys don’t think it’s a complete day without harrassing each other and having a wrestling match just at the time when it’s time to do homework, and my daughter decides that it’s time to talk about all the happenings of her day just as it’s time to start settling down) What would I do without those moments? Those are the things that keep me going, wondering what the next day will bring me when I get home from work and hearing about their day. Then I realized that my “me” time is watching my children play and grow, listening to what happened in their day (children and husband), having quiet time in the morning making luches for the kids and my husband, and watching my kids and my husband as they sleep. (How beautiful they all are) My “me” time is family time whether hectic or not. I’ve realized it’s the little things to cherish: the talks, homework, watching tv together, playing games, going to church, the hugs, the kisses, the smiles, because in the end, they matter most.