In today’s quiet morning hours….I am blessed. I woke up today feeling like I’d been run over by a semi truck, sore all over. I mean, this is why people used to get married much younger, so when they would be having kids, their bodies could actually handle it. I realize 33 isn’t old in the realm of having babies, but goodness, today the past 8 1/2 months (especially the past few days) have hit me and I feel OLD.

But I got up anyway, I looked over and saw my new baby fast asleep in his swing. I walked (super quietly) out of the room into the rest of the house without hearing a peep from my toddler. And in the stillness (and the pain), I felt so blessed. One, because both kids are actually sleeping at the same time and a very small sliver of a thought came into my head (“I can do this whole multiple kid thing”…how niave does that sound, hahaha, check back with me in a couple more hours) and two, I have kids, plural, more than one, a family of 4 (and then there are those families that have 4 kids (or more) alone, not counting the parents. That makes my mind reel in fascination and horror at the same time. But I digress.
May this feeling of blessings never go away. May I look around the house and see not just a mess, but a mess made by people I love (just how do people so small make such a big mess?) an am blessed to call MINE. May I always raise my hand to Jesus in gratefulness….though I’m sure there will be many times I’m also reaching out in desperation.