The day began with the 3am feeding for me. But technically it didn't begin until Dan left for work. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Dan kissed me goodbye. I remember that much. And we prayed for each other.
A little while later my precocious 5 year old came into the room with these morning greetings: "Mom-I-didn't-get-the-Little-Pony-set-I-wanted-the-one-that-my-friend-Emily-has-so-please-please-please-can-you-buy-it-for-me-today?" Diplomacy was necessary at that early hour.
My folks leave for the airport in a couple of hours. We called a service to drive them b/c the day felt too big for me to drive them. Call me weak, but I'm trying to make this first day home the best it can possibly be. Read: I'm trying to remain rested and strong.
But the day is starting right so far: feeding a hungry infant, praying with my best friend, kissing same best friend and steering the thoughts of my 5 year old to better things.
God, give me strength.
4 comments:
You go girl, I will be praying for you too! :-)
Praying for you as well. Hope you continue to have a good day.
Sounds like you're doing great so far. You had the strength to stand firm on the toy thing! Praying for you!
I love your view on things Emily. I'm praying for your adjustment!
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