I haven't been feeling too well this week. I have to have surgery to have my gallbladder removed next week and I'm pretty nervous about it. I've had about 8 gallbladder attacks and it is pain much worse than my c-section, the 12 hours of contractions I experienced afterwards, or anything else.
This week while I was sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery, feeling pretty yuck, Mr. Murphy came to my aide and began working on a pile of laundry the size of our couch. I walked past him to express my gratitude and he grabbed my hands, swung me around, and danced with me in our bedroom to a song playing on Pandora. I wish I remembered the song.
I couldn't stop laughing. I looked in to the nursery and saw our little lady kicking and playing and knew that life was just as should be.
A squirmy baby
A dancing husband and wife
A pile full of laundry
