Do you ever have those times when you feel as if you almost completely failed as a mother? And the only reason you didn't fail is because your children were clean, well fed, educated (by a trip to the library), and you could tell them you love them at bedtime...and completely mean it?

I have had that day today. I could look in the mirror and see all my imperfections (and I don't mean zits or wrinkles); they are written plainly across my face. Maybe not to the world but at least to me.

I went for a bike ride tonight. A relaxing and thoughtful ride. So relaxing in fact, that I just about got passed by a runner. I was going that slow. But I was enjoying the evening and the breeze and the farmland and everything around me.

And I came home to someone who sees all the bad in me also and loves me anyway.

I have much to be grateful for.... namely, my goofy kids: