I love my kids. And I'm loving these days.
I'm tired. I haven't gotten more than 3 consecutive hours of sleep in at least 4 months.
My house is chaotic. Most of the time at least. And the laundry. I can't keep up with it.
I have high hopes for an in-depth precepts bible study. But I know I won't have the time that I want to give it.
And my sweet hubby. It seems that at the end of the day, he gets what's left of me. And usually it isn't much.
But these days, they are so worth it.
It's worth it to hear my daughter tell me first thing in the morning that she wants to go to church and she asks me to pray with her several times through out the day. She may not understand fully yet, but it blesses me to know that she sees these things as everyday, natural things.
And when she asks for hugs or just wants me to pick her up because she wants to be near me. To be with me while I'm doing things around the house. I love those days.
And that baby boy. He has captured my heart faster than any boy ever has. I love making him belly laugh just by talking to him. He always has a smile on his face. His joy is contagious. I am so loving these days.
And my man puts up with a lot. And he does it with out complaining. If I have a request, he ready to act and ready to please me. All I have to do is ask. Which in itself can be a struggle for me. He loves to help me, simply because he loves to see me happy and at ease. And he even leaves me love notes using the bath tub crayons. He is a good husband. Not perfect, but neither am I.
These days are long, hard, draining, and trying. But they are also surprising and filled with little joys that make it all worth it in the end. And I'm loving every minute of it.