So yeah, Morning Manna is about 14 hours late and I’m pooped.
I realize that life is what you make of it. Each passing year I am blessed to learn a little bit more about myself and dig a little bit deeper into my own soul. I’m learning that I LOVE being pregnant, being a mom, being a wife, and being me in general.
Does my life get hectic? YES!
Do I sometimes want to crawl into a hole and hide from the world for a day or two, or seven? Yes.
Do I see the blessing in having SO MUCH to love and SO MUCH to embrace that it makes me take a peek from my hiding place to sit and marvel at what my life is right at this moment. You bet.
God has a way of MAKING you appreciate who you are and where you are in JUST the manner that you can understand. Right at this moment, I’m not meant to be globe hopping, (although I salivate at the trip to Italy that I keep making my husband promise he’s going to take me on – sans kids – where we walk around looking like the tourists we will be, and giggling like the high school kids we once were) but to be the nurturer, and nurse, and disciplinarian, and confidant that I am for my children. Because in the end, we know they grow up way too fast and those wonderful stolen moments come few and far between.