There are many days where we do just fine. We have a rhythm that works. Eggs are scrambled and coffee is poured. We cuddle on the couch and I pat David’s back or give Matthias soft scratches. There are baths with bubbles and clean clothes folded in drawers. The house is tidy {enough} and we have time to run and play in the park.
But woven in between the mundane, beautiful moments of the everyday are moments of anger and frustration. They sneak up on me when I least expect it.
Last week I found myself taking a look around the house and feeling a satisfied contentment with the imperfect. I’d had a productive morning of washing sheets, remaking beds and packing up too-small clothing to give to a thrift store. As I sat on the couch feeling like I had a hold on life, David pushed a toy off the table and it landed hard on my toe.
I’m blogging over at {in}courage today. Hop over to read the rest…
Athough our lives are different than we expected and present us with difficulties they still are beautiful. Lisa praying for strength for you on the days you need it. Hugs to David and you his very wonderful mom.