Digging Deeper

Jon and I waited five years to start a family.  Even then we knew there were no guarantees.  So when we saw the double lines on our store-bought pregnancy test, we knew we were blessed.  When Silas was on the way we made the decision for me to stay home and raise our kids.  Not every mom who wants to can do that; I knew we were privileged.

But there are days like today.  Days that life seems more on pause than privileged.  Days where it takes such work to go to the store, to keep up on all the little messes throughout the house, to get the laundry folded and put away, to make dinner.

Days like this, I believe it's best to curl your hair and throw on something pretty.

To pack up kiddos and go to the store anyway. 

When you are just so ready to put your feet up and soothe your heavy mind...but baby boys fight nap time like ninja warriors, it's best to pick them up, kiss delicious skin and play.

And to make something special about dinner, no matter how simple the meal itself is.

I think at the end of the day, you'll be glad you dove, dug deeper, pushed harder, went further than the way you felt.  And when littles are tucked into beds and you have some moments to clean and sort your home and mind, you'll realize that though very little got crossed off your project list, you did the things that really mattered.