A Nice Little Life

Last December my friend, Abeezer, from college was in town. Peter and I were still living in our studio and the little bean was about 2 months old. I felt like a wreck, trying to get through sleepless nights, mice running all over our apartment and I felt constantly sore from all the baby nursing. When Abeezer came over he looked at my apartment, my sleepy baby, the dog on the floor and then said, "what a nice little life you have here." I didn't know what to say, I thought maybe he was just visiting on a particularly good day when the baby wasn't crying and the dog was well behaved.

A couple of weeks ago we were all in the car. We were running late to meet friends in Connecticut.  Zelda was crying, Hugo was whining and I was super annoyed and tired. Peter was driving and looked at us all and unexpectedly said, "I love my life." I know he meant it and I knew then that Abeezer was right, we have a nice little life.