When I arrived home, Celia was as happy as ever to see me. Big grins, running around showing me her largest stuffed animals. The house was an utter wreck, and Michelle started cleaning.
I shook my head. She’s undoubtedly exhausted from the pregnancy, not to mention chasing Celia around all day, and then she cleans when I get home. It’s like she doesn’t stop! I said to her, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
She smiled and said, “Jonica told me I should wait to clean until you get home. That way you’d be more impressed. Looks like it works!”
I laughed and gave her a huge kiss.
We may be tired, and the house resembling more of a detonation zone than living quarters, but we’re certainly tasting the fullness of life.