I once dreamed of a grand life. I was going to move to the big city. I was going to attend a fancy university. I was going to land a high-paying job and dabble in elegance.

And then I met you and in an instant, my future shifted.

All of the sudden, all of those “I’s” turned into “we’s” and those elaborate dreams turned, well, ordinary. All of the sudden, all I wanted was you. All I wanted was a little house on a little piece of land and babies running around who shared your eyes and smile.

We spent hours daydreaming back then; discussing the ins and outs of the simple life that we would build together.

And what do you know, Babe, here we are living that life.

You pour the cereal in the mornings and flip on the cartoons for the kids before kissing each of our foreheads on the way out the door.

I heat up the chicken nuggets for lunch, scrub the dishes, and chase these babies who look just like you.

We watch the clock in anticipation and greet you with excitement (or discouraged exhaustion, depending on the day) when your truck pulls back into the driveway.

We share laughs, stories, and “just one more bite” battles over dinner.

We worry about our bank account, argue over things that don’t matter, and long for simpler times.

We belly laugh over nothing, pinch each other’s butts as we pass by in the kitchen, and wish these times would last forever.

Together we wrestle wiggly bodies into pajamas and pray that this bedtime routine will go more smoothly than the last five.

You sink into your recliner and fall asleep while I flip on a mindless TV show to unwind.

Sometime in the late hours of the night, we find ourselves in our bed in a tangled heap of toddlers and each other, where we recharge our batteries just to do it all again in the morning.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

That’s it—no bells, no whistles, just this simple life.

Oh, but it’s the simple life that we dreamed of all of those years ago. It’s the one that we tailor made and built hand-in-hand and side-by-side.

It’s hard and messy, but it’s also beautiful and it’s ours.

“Not all super-heroes wear capes,” they say, and judging by our days I’d have to conclude that the same is true for us as we live our best life together. Not all moments are magical, not all days are shiny, not all years come wrapped in a flashy package.

But husband?

This ordinary, simple, everyday life. . . isn’t it sweet?

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Casey Huff

Casey is a middle school teacher turned stay-at-home-mama to three littles. It's her mission as a writer to shine light on the beauty and chaos of life through the lenses of motherhood, marriage, and mental health. To read more, go hang out with Casey at: Facebook: Bouncing Forward Instagram: @bouncing_forward