If you had told me twenty years ago what my life would be like at forty, I'm not sure I would have believed you. In fact, if you had told me at thirty eight, I would have laughed long and hard in disbelief. I may not be at my prime physically (there's always 41...or 50, right?) but it definitely feels like I'm right where I ought to be. Do I wish I were more organized? Leaner? Healthier? Yes, I'm pretty sure there will always be something to work on. But I am content. Content to leave the mess so I can snuggle with the baby, or drop everything for a backyard game of duck duck goose. The dishes will always be there. So will workouts or diets. But these moments will be gone before you know it. And I can only imagine what fifty or sixty will bring. Hopefully blessings I never dreamed possible.