This photo...isn't it sweet? Kenna took it for me the evening of Mother's Day.
That was a good day. An early morning walk in cool and windy weather; breakfast cooked by my husband; actually sitting through a whole church service; a yummy crock-pot lunch; a giant paper sack card with markered messages from my kids (I may need to go over the yellow and orange ones with pen so I can read them again someday, lol); some afternoon down time; a relaxed outing with the family (complete with the inevitable meltdown from the 3yo who decided he didn't want to walk after all); and some uninterrupted cuddle time with my baby girl, who melted my heart by grasping my finger with hers. (A privilege not to be taken lightly--her fists are still tightly clasped most of the time.)
Today...today is a hard day. Not so much physically; Verity seems to be resigned to her new boots-n-bar fate (that's a blog post for another time). But emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually. Well, yes, physically too, because all of this is so exhausting. I just want to sleep.
There is much I could write. Much I have wanted to process through writing. Much I am willing to share...when I can. But for now, I will share this...
[If you haven't yet read or heard the "Welcome to Holland" parable, please read it first. It's very short.]
This response by a special-needs mama, "It's Not Holland," so perfectly captures what our lives are like nowadays. It is also very short.
Once you read this, you'll understand what I mean when I say that today is a day when I'm shouting inside, "All I ever wanted was a croissant!"