Last night my husband crawled into bed and he cried. My big strong husband. The man who carry's our family on his big shoulders. The man who works hard so I can stay home with our son. The son we tried years to have. The home we dreamt of for years and had to work so hard to have ours. He cried.

It was a Thursday night he said it was one of the best nights of his life. He worked 12 hours came home to our son laughing and playing sat at our dinner table as a family and ate together. We did dishes. Put the baby to bed. It was a normal night. He cried tears of happiness.

I do believe that happiness is finding the joy in what is now and what is meaningful. I am glad we can find the joy in Thursday nights and appreciate how big the little things are.