"I love my life."  That's what I said, as I lay there on my living room floor last night.

My husband glances over his newspaper at me laying on our new plush carpet with my head buried in the Elmo chair as a pillow...my daughter sitting next to me working feverishly on her lift a flap books, and he asks, "Why what happened?"

Perhaps there's too much sarcasm in our lives.....

"No," I told him.  "I am telling you that I love my life."

He smiled.