Sometimes I feel so truly blessed it hurts. Its not about the bling bling or the shiny toys and gadgets. Although I do like my tech toys. Sorry, back to the point. If you stop and think about it... what do we work so hard for every day? It should be our family.
Here is a picture of my Queen Paola and half of my princesses (Megan). Well anyways, I come home soooooo tired sometimes. And sometimes in a grouchy mood. But as soon as I walk through that door, my kids cheer me up. They all come running and hug me, yelling "Daddy's Home!". Even Sophia comes running yelling "daddy!"
So I work so hard to give them what they need/want, but in the end what they want/need is my time. I guess I just have to keep reminding myself that every day.