Then everyone is happy.
It is wonderful to have the husband home. Although cleaning is not his forte (he is currently playing video games with the older children) he does help by playing with the kids and keeping them occupied so I can get my work done.
He tells me he is so in love with me and doesn't understand how it is such an overwhelming feeling for him now. He says to not worry about my body's appearance: "You're the body I got and I want it." Besides, he tells me, after three babies, he's pretty sure the belly's not going back.
Could he say something sweeter? Real life conversation is rarely poetic and error free as television or movies. In real life, what he says is perfect.
So the house is a mess, the laundry overflowing and the floors in desperate need of mopping. And I'm happy. Why? I hear the excited chatter of three kids and their father playing some dumb video game in the other room.
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