It was early in the morning, around six am. I jumped into the nice warm shower and let it relax my muscles. I was tense and exhausted. Though the hot water coming down on my skin made me even more sleepy, I kept myself busy in the shower. I soaked in all the heat, I ran my fingers through my hair as I washed and conditioned it. With my hands I washed my face and used a small towel to clean my body. I felt so relaxed. It was like last night had never happened. I was at peace. It was quite and foggy.

I had been up all night with Louie who caught a stomach bug at school. And Margaret who was too tiny to care for herself. My precious new born who just needed all of my attention.

My children are my biggest blessings, sometimes I just need as escape. It seems my shower is the only place to really close my eyes.

When I stepped out of the shower I immediately got the chills, the bathroom door was open, letting out all of the steam. I wrapped myself with a towel and used a smaller towel to dry my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could see the exhaustion in my eyes. But I also saw all of the happiness in them as well. I may not have slept last night, but I love my children. I wouldn't trade anything in the world for sleepless nights with them.

I slide into my comfy clothes, I didn't think it was the kind of day to look my best.

When I walked down the stairs of my studio apartment I saw my husband Danny. He was wearing my apron while he did chores around the house. I stood at the stairs with the biggest grin on my face. He is the best. He makes my heart melt every time I look at him. I fall more in love with him everyday. I'm not sure how that's possible. He's just perfect. Danny is the best husband and father. I'm lucky.

When he sees me he stops and starts to laugh. He says good morning with the biggest smile and the brightest eyes.

I look downstairs to see my precious son up and at it again after a restless night. He seemed perfectly fine. Then I look to my right and see our newborn baby Margret peacefully sleeping in one of our many bassinets laying around the found.

When my feet touch the cold tile floors in the kitchen, Danny wraps his arms around me and gives me the biggest hug.

He reaches behind me and grabs my cup of coffee that read "best mommy in the world". I give him a kiss and sit down at the island while I watch him finish my chores from yesterday.

On the island was all of my notes scattered everywhere. I forgot to put them away last night. I spent most of yesterday being a busy mom and a struggling actress. I was preparing for an audition. I need this role. I want this role.

When I was in school, my professor told me, you know you want it when you can feel yourself morphing into the character of your choice. I never believed her until now.

Danny caught me a few times pretending. When I was a little girl I always loved to pretend. I'd let myself go into a whole other world where I could be anyone I wanted to be. Usually I'd pretend to be a strong business woman or super hero. But life isn't about pretend my grandmother would say when I'd plead to her how badly I wanted to become an actress, like Julie Andrews.

It wasn't until I met Danny at a bar. This bar was called "Dreamers" and in the basement was an acting group. People got together did some improve, sang, danced, and drank.

I remember when I first saw Danny at Dreamers. He was drunk out of his mind, reading lines from McBeth. I was the sober shy girl in the back. Somehow he saw me. I joined in, said some lines, and he fell in love. I did too.

After months of dating, without even telling him my dreams in life, he already knew. Together we did plays, short films, and musicals. We saw a lot of those too. He told me that he knew what my dream was. Without a second thought, he told me to just do it.

After five months of dating him and I moved to New York and ripped out parents hearts out when we left our hometown in Minnesota.

Ever since there has never been a dull moment. He keeps my heart beating. I'm never bored, neither is he. Danny has had a few small roles. I'm more than happy for him. But I'm ready for my turn. He knows I am. He will spend hours with me going over lines, giving me harsh advice, and reminding him that I can do anything.

I always say "Acting is still my dream, but with you and our children, I'm living in my own fairytale dream that couldn't be more perfect".

When Louie saw me up, he ran to my seat and hugged my right leg. He gave me the cheesiest smile. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and blew him a kiss. He blew one back and hugged me again. He took my hand and brought me over to his baby sister who was napping with Louie's favorite toy.

My heart sank when I saw how kind and selfless my son was. He never gave up his bunny.

"She was sad mama." He says in the softest tone

Louie gave his little sister his baby to help her sleep. My son amazes me every single day. He's four and somehow has the biggest loving heart out there. I'm not surprised, he is Danny's son. Danny disagrees and says that Louie is all me, but I shake my head.

Danny is the purest man I know. He treats me like an angle that descended from heaven. I don't understand what I ever did in life to deserve this loving man. He pours his heart out to me everyday, just like I do. There is never a moment that goes by that I don't share my appreciation for Danny.

The man that married me and made me feel so good about myself. The man that picks me up when I am down. The man who held my hand during my pregnancies and cheered me on when I brought our children into the world. The man that pushes me and loves me, even at my worst.

Growing up I never believed in a perfect fairy tale. So if you asked me ten years ago if this was going to be my future, I'd say no, because I didn't think there was anyone in the world that was so perfect and generous.

After my coffee I soaked up the morning sun and looked outside to see all of the tall buildings and busy beings in the city. Danny stood beside me and took my hand.

"It's the perfect morning, isn't it?" He says

I nod and lean my head on his shoulder. He holds me, knowing that I'm tired and stressed, yet have so much energy to do things.

I turn back to our messy apartment with the biggest smile.

This is the dream.