An awesome husband who is immensely supportive. A pale-blue eyed girl who is a fierce Karate girl and has the sweetest heart I've ever known. And a tiny brown eyed girl who loves pigs and whose eyes blaze when you cross her and gives the best kisses when you please her.
My little brown-eyed girl is in the hospital today. Nothing too serious, but serious enough that it has me thinking about what is really important.
I would love to be a published writer. To make up stories for a living. I love reading and writing and sharing these stories in my head.
But the biggest bonus to being a professional writer is being able to work from home. To be there when my kids come home from school. To take breaks with them to work on homework. To be a mother and a writer.
So I don't regret time lost by playing evil princesses (yes some princesses can be evil) or cuddling on the couch watching an episode of My Little Pony for the twentieth time or all the cookie making and outings and birthday parties for stuffed animals.
Because the only thing I've ever wanted to be more than a writer is a mother.