“If we have another baby, then we need another home,” I say, “We barely fit in this one as it is.”
He kisses me softly and says, “Home is wherever you are, my love.”
I roll my eyes, but he knows me well enough to know that that little sentiment just earned him his shot at another baby. I smile at him and kiss him tenderly. “I love you too, baby.”
I snuggle against him and as I watch my happy family enjoy Thanksgiving together, it occurs to me that I really do have so much to be thankful for.
How do those books end again?
Oh yeah.
And we lived happily ever after.