I remember . . .

sitting in my 7th grade Spanish class listening to my teacher. While she was lecturing she reached down and to her surprise she felt something on the pocket of her blazer. She looked down and smiled at the random stickers she had found decorating her jacket. She then said, "I guess my son wanted to give me something before I left this morning." At hat moment, I knew I wanted to be her when I grew up. No, I didn't want to be a Spanish Teacher, I wanted to be a Mom.

A few nights ago Lucy was playing with some stickers and stuck one on my hand. I didn't think much of it until I was getting ready for bed. I looked down at the sticker on my hand and I couldn't take it off. Sure, it could easily be removed, but my heart wouldn't let me take it off.

I realized in that moment while looking at that little golden star sticker, I was living the beautiful life I had always wanted. I was the Mom receiving little acts of love from her children. I was the wife to a wonderfully supportive husband whom I loved deeply. My days were being spent filled with storybooks, coloring pages, nursery rhymes and oh yes; stickers! My life was a dream and I went to bed that night very content with a golden sticker on my hand.