This season has been rough. long. done with.
I don't want to be here anymore. I'm trying to climb out, but some days are harder than others.
Also, have I mentioned that in 6 days I'll have an official 2.5 year old? I think 2.5yo's are here to confuse and drive you mad. It is a constant battery of questions, melt-downs, tantrums, hurtful words, and slugs to the body (most in fun) coupled with the most wonderful sounds of singing, laughter, and I love you mom moments that leaves me quite at my wit's end. How can one soul bring so much stress and jubilation? What God must put up with us all.
We recently took a trip to the mountains. It was brown for the most part, then on our last night, it snowed. Wonderful blanketing snow. I was in love.
I woke up the next morning, snapped a few pictures, started a fire, got my book....then EVERYONE woke up, and the same-day-day started all over again.
I want more moments. I want more peace. I want to enjoy the things around me. So that's what I'll continue on. That's what I pray for.