Part of the 30-Day Challenge, Day 6.
I’m lucky. I have so many, many things in my life that make me happy.
An adorable, sweet-tempered (for a two-year-old) toddler.
A wonderful, beautiful wife who is my partner in every sense of the word.
A house I love in a great neighborhood.
A loving, supportive family.
A great job that I love, that keeps my stress level low, and that allows me more time to be a good wife and mother.
All these things make me extremely, incredibly, unbelievably happy.
But you know what? This week, we got something, just a little something, that has delighted me on a much more micro level.
We got a bed.
You need to understand something here. We’ve never had a real, proper bed in our adult life. When we got our first apartment, we had a futon. We exchanged that a couple of years out for one of those particle-board, assemble-it-yourself storage beds. It was fine, but it was cheap and not super comfy and didn’t survive the cross-country move two years ago.
So since then, it’s been a mattress and box spring on the floor.
And then, my wonderful, supportive parents offered to buy us a real, grown-up bed. And here it is. And it’s so pretty. And so comfy.
And it makes me so happy.