On Monday night I had a moment… it was a beautiful, perfect moment… one of those moments that don’t happen everyday, in fact the don’t even happen every good day, just every now and again…

So of you may already know this, but I don’t think I have actually confessed in on the blog, but if I had my way I would be the perfect 1950’s house wife… I would cook, take care of the babies and even clean… have tea parties and just play house all the time.  It’s not that I don’t like the work that I do, I would rather just be a house wife, but because Davo is a teacher… it appears that this may not happen… why am I telling you this… well it all has to do with this moment…

Tonight I was playing the role of house wife, I went to the supermarket on my way home from work and did the grocery shopping, then came home and spent the rest of the night in the kitchen, I cooked dinner, then a batch of soup and some mars bar slice.  While I was cooking Dave sat at the table working on transcribing some music so that he could use it at school it was a perfect 1950’s moment… It didn’t last long, I wanted to watch the final of the voice so Dave left and went to the study… but for that moment it was just the way I had hoped married life would be, sad I know, but true.  Both just doing things we love while enjoying each other’s company… without having to rush off or do 100 things… just enjoying life.