Where I Would Be if I Wasn't Where I Am.

A year ago today I was in Europe on a business trip. Granted, I had to run to the bathroom every hour or so to throw up from "morning sickness" (which lasted all. day. long.) Nevertheless, I was in EUROPE for a business trip. For many people, that would be what we call "living the dream:" I was just out of college, making good money, traveling the world, flying first class. See the picture of me right there? Yup, that's first class all right: seats that lay all the way flat, hot towels to wipe your brow, large-screen TVs that play any movie you could imagine on demand, gourmet meals, large bathrooms (well by air-plane standards) complete with vases with orchids (seriously). I flew to such exotic locales like Thailand, India, Germany, Holland, China, Hong Kong, Vietnam, and the Philippines.

But something was missing. I couldn't put my finger on it but I could certainly feel it deep inside. Stirrings that maybe all this jet-setting and money-making wasn't for me, wasn't what God had planned.

So I quit. Well, I still work part-time from home on the website, but I don't travel. And some days? I barely make it off the couch. Sometimes I don't shower for a few days. Sometimes I get hit in the face or rejected by my kiddos downtown. Sometimes I can't get Jayci to fall asleep to save my life.

But you know what? I wouldn't trade what I'm doing now for anything. Not even traveling to Europe and Asia on exotic and exciting trips. . . .

Nope. I wouldn't trade this:

or this:

for anything!