"Don't you want a happy family?" I said in a voice that was near a yell and was quite certainly shrill. Two bowls of spilled cereal and milk, milk all over school clothes, three arguments that became physical (between the three kids), meltdown over what was going to school for show-and-tell (between the girls), breakdowns over finding shoes (Emma Kate and Sam), and a fight over who was going to buckle who in the car were the main reasons I uttered those words this morning. Before the clock even read 8:00 am. I post this list of events not to complain, but to show that we are just an average family trying to do better (be more patient, show more love, exercise more faith). Sometimes when you read blogs, you only see the rosy picture and the grass that is certainly greener. There is a fine line I walk between keeping a positive tone on the blog and showing our "reality"...no one wants to read a litany of complaints day in and day out nor would anyone appreciate bragging about how happy and perfect we constantly we are (ha! good one, right?!). The truth is, I have a great family; my husband is involved and patient, my kids are bright and funny, we have a warm house, our needs are met, and we often have enough for the wants. We also have loud kids who run in the house, spill cereal, talk back, make a mess in every room in the house, and exhaust any patience I might awaken with. This is my journey, my reality, and my blessing.