I am certainly not perfect. I am, however, semi-perfect. Like semi-sweet chocolate; a little bitter and a little sweet and the perfect combination.
I don't always wear make-up. And sometimes my husband finds me in the same clothes that he left me in that morning.
I love my husband who loves me despite everything. He even gets up
I love my mama. Who lets me come over when my husband is playing golf and I can't stand to spend another day watching TLC and attempting Pinterest crafts alone. So, we craft them together.
No, my life is not perfect. But it's perfectly alright.