I use to say this word meant blankets, cozy pajamas and cold nights with hot chocolate.
Then I got married.
It then changed to slowly dancing in the dark, date nights at home and lovely embraces.
Then I became a mother.
Now comfort has taken on an entirely new meaning.
It’s squeeze hugs and sloppy kisses, it’s coffee and snuggling my littles under a blanket, it’s beating my husband in a game of battleship, it’s long weekends outside with dirt and bikes.
Comfort is so much more than I could ever imagine. I not only describes how I feel, but who I am.
I am now comfortable with who I am, where I am in life, and who I’m with. My life is complete.
It’s amazing that one word could describe it so well.