It was that kind of day. The kind where tiredness eats away at you, little things get the best of you and mistakes you made a few days ago catch up with you into one big downhill avalanche of frustration.

And it’s the extra-special kind of frustration too! The self-loathing kind.

But once I finally got home, I walked into the comforting arms of my husband who said and didn’t say just the right things.

And then my baby girl woke up from her nap and holding her in my arms just fixed me. (She learned how to say “duck” today.) We ate dinner, we danced, we laughed, we played, we read books and we sang.

I don’t think I could be more thankful for this little family of mine.