Writing has been pushed to the back burner lately, but the lack of my posting has nothing to do with how much I miss it. I've just been a touch busy lately, as you can imagine. In three weeks, I've felt myself be spread thinner than ever before. I've also felt my heart expand more than I ever knew was possible, before becoming a Mom.
It changes by the moment, the way we either "have it all together" or we don't. Having it all together is pretty unrealistic anyway and I've decided that it's not all that it's cracked up to be. No one really wants to be around someone that always has it all together right? Instead, I've felt myself sink into a place that feels a little raw, pretty vulnerable and very content.
Why is it that "stuff" always seems more important than the things that really count? It goes back to the thing about remembering to say "Yes" to the things that hold real value.
Saying Yes to painting nails and toes with Paisley and counting to 20, while Judah goes and hides.
Three weeks, with 3 has shown me that while I might feel like I'm spread awfully thin, there's still plenty of room for saying Yes.