Wednesday was the kind of day I imagined when I pictured the life of a stay at home mom. The February day was warm and sunny. I spent it with a happy, laughing baby boy. I fed him squash baby food I had made in my kitchen from a three dollar organic squash. (Still a bargain, all things considered.) This was his first real food and I was surprised how much he enjoyed it. I spent the afternoon out in the fresh air painting one of our hand-me-down dining room chairs with shiny black spray paint, while Ty sat in his stroller and watched. Jason made it home not too late and was smiling. I got a pile of clothes washed, the dishwasher unloaded and dinner on the table (well, on the couch). All day, I felt nothing but thankful to be living my life this way. I really feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world. I don’t say any of this to brag. I know there are tons of girls who wish they could be in our position and stay home. When I look back over the last four years and the decisions we’ve made, I certainly don’t see a tract record of perfect choices. But we did try our best to make decisions based on the future. We have been blessed more than we could imagine, but we have also made some sacrifices. Jason drives a car with no heat and a muffler that no longer muffles but it cranks up every day. We rent a very small house, but it has a nursery. I have learned to judge my life not on how many of my dreams have come true, but how many of my important dreams have come true. I cannot honestly say, "I wouldn’t change anything about my life" ( I would get Jason a better car and me a bigger house in a minute) but I can say my life couldn’t be happier. I haven’t gotten to do everything I’ve ever wanted, but the things I’ve gotten to do have always been the things of dreams and most importantly, the things of MY dreams.