I can be a nag, nag, nag, nag, nag. And I am moody and harpy sometimes too. These are the hardcore facts, and it is not even surprising. What is surprising is that I have a whole handful of lovely people who love me anyway.
I have a husband who wakes up extra early so he can arrange my favorite color roses (peach) for a faux anniversary of ours, on a made-up holiday, before he takes the boys up north with him at the crack of dawn.
I have a little girl that doesn't mind missing a quick trip up north (though it is one of her very favorite places on earth) for the simple fact that she wants to be with her mama. Apparently I am her most favorite thing in the world and she is thrilled to be doing whatever I have planned as long as we are together.
I have three little boys who, no matter how much I nag and scold them the entire previous week, still come home from one short little overnight trip up north and tell me how much they missed me. How up north is even better when I'm there. How he kept saying, "hey mom!" and when he realized I wasn't there felt like, "aww." They wanted to talk to me. They wanted my hugs. No matter how grouchy I had been they still wanted me there.
How did I get to be this lucky? What on earth have I done to deserve this? I just don't know. But I do know that I will try my best to be my best for them everyday. And sometimes I will fail. But they'll love me anyway.