I wonder if I’ll ever know what I want to be when I grow up.
I hear the sweet soft snores of my youngest.
I see that the time is closely ticking to the time that “I swear I will be asleep by from now on”.
I want sherbet and to be able to read fast.
I am at my heaviest weight and I hate it.
I pretend that I can multi-task.
I feel blessed.
I touch my fluffy cat Charlie and seriously wonder how he is that soft.
I worry that I am not present enough.
I cry at the HINT of someone else crying.
I am grateful.
I understand that I need to hand it all over to God.
I say what comes to my mind – only rarely stopping before it comes out.
I dream that one day I will feel like I have it all together.
I try every. single. day.
I hope my children are glad that I am their Mom and my husband is glad I am his wife.
I am hopeful.