Ahhh...accomplishment.

Recently, there have been several occasions that I've wanted to be able to freeze and live in for more than the mere moment of their occurrence (wow, it took me 5 tries to spell occurrence correctly). One of them was last evening: I had fed Israel and he was propped up contentedly in his boppy gurgling and looking at the sun shining through the window. Ryan had just gotten out of the shower and was leaning over the bathroom counter in his towel and without sounding too much like a Danielle Steele novel, let me just say that his upper body is tan and slammin'! I was sitting in my rocking chair rubbing my freshly pedicured feet with this amazing lotion that regardless of how many days I've worn flip-flops in a row, makes them feel like a baby's bottom (which in and of itself is a very familiar surface lately). The breeze from the fan was hitting my shins, my hair was pulled up and off my neck, I could hear the dishwasher kicking on it's rinse cycle downstairs, I could smell the slightly minty scent of the lotion I was using - it was all just perfect.

That's a snapshot of real life accomplishment. At least for me. I never have been a super excel, high achieving, goal-oriented gal. B's were fine for me in school, work was always an end to the means, and TRULY the fact that I have a talent with my voice but am not singing to sold out arenas across the world is completely fine. But the feeling from last night, ahhh...I could breathe that in every minute of every day.