She smiled as she looked out the large glass window at her beautiful kids. They were playing on the wooden swing set that their father had made. Rose stood behind the swing as she carefully pushed Hugo. As she watched, her small hands washed the dishes the three of them had used during lunch. This was her daily routine: feed the kids lunch and then wash the dishes before they piled up too high in the sink. That drove her crazy. As the last dish was placed on the rack she heard a pop and a huge smile crossed her face. He was home. She dropped the brown towel on the counter top and rushed the ten steps to the door. As she opened up the door he stood there with Rose and Hugo by his side.
"Welcome home" she said smiling as she planted a kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist as they walk inside.
"Eww" the kids said in unison running to their rooms to get away from thier parents.
"Thanks mione" he says. They walk over to the old, orange couch and collapse exhausted from thier daily tasks. However, the day is still young, dinner must be cooked, the kids needs baths and bedtime stories and the house needs picked up. All of these before she can lay her head down and rest. This was her life and she would not have it any other way.