Warning: Mushy post ahead!
There are few things in life that can bring you pure joy and a sense of peace. For me, and probably many of you, one of those things is quiet time with family. Notice I used the word "quiet." I always enjoy time with my family, but those peaceful and silent moments are just the best. Snuggling on the couch with my girl reading a book and watching my Sydney sleep are a few examples. I love those moments.
Now, of course, Sydney hasn't always been in my life and before her there was Marc. He's most certainly still in the picture, but with pace of crazy life, we are left catching hugs and kisses between caring for Sydney and chores. We rarely get those quiet moments.
I had a terrible time sleeping last night. I spent the majority of the early morning tossing and turning. I got up several times and finally decided to go to the place I knew I would be most comfortable: Marc's side of the bed. I walked around to the other side of the bed and nudged him over. Now, if he had done that to me, I'd probably move, but I'd most likely be a little grumpy about it, not him. He willingly made room for me and wrapped his arms around me. Within seconds his warm snuggle put me at ease. I forgot about the pain in my hip and the worries turning in my head. I drifted off to sleep and didn't move again until the sun came up.
No matter how much our family grows, Marc will still always be my rock and my comfort. I am so fortunate to have someone so special in my life. I'm thankful for each and every day we are together.