Babies = Awesome.

This morning was one of those mornings. I was running late for work and completely stressed about everything. Seriously, name something and I guarantee you I hated its guts.

I hated that the house was already a disaster (I just cleaned it a few days ago!! how does this happen?!) I was mad at the fact that every piece of clothing I own is faded or fits weird. I hated that our stupid cat was meowing at Henry's door and darting between my feet. I hated that it was so freaking hot outside. I hated that our toothpaste tastes disgusting. I hated. I hated. I hated.

I loaded the car and went in to get Henry out of bed and this is what I saw:

While I had been running around the house mad at life (over dramatic, much?) Henry had been having a great morning! As I picked him up he gave me the biggest smile, squeezed my neck and cooed in my ear.

I realized this morning that babies don't notice when the house is a mess. They don't get upset when you haven't folded the laundry in the dryer or found the time to wash the dishes. They don't care when their mom dresses like a middle schooler.

And I think this is the greatest thing ever.
Babies. are. awesome.