Or…How good it feels to finally see February.
January was a long, hard month. The depression hit on Christmas Eve—Christmas Eve! Can you believe it?—and by Epiphany Sunday, it was clear that I needed to talk to my doctor.
Ask my husband. Ask my best friend. Ask my kids. Ask me!
We can talk about that later if you want. Long story short, I have since returned to being a happy & productive homeschoolin’ momma. (Yay!) The days may be short but my moods, thank goodness, are not.
Well, if they are they do not stay that way. I am human, after all. I got
And look at the beautiful brand new page on my calendar! (see above) How could I not be cheerful looking at all that…red all the time? Seeing “red” is a good thing when we’re talking hearts and crockery.
“100 hearts would be too few,” it reads, “To carry all my love for you.”
Not after all that we’ve been through.
Not when we’re coming up on a year’s unemployment and this trust & this hope & these loves see me through.
Yes, that’s loves in the plural. If you’re a mother, you know what I mean.
The love is in the little details—the smiles, the snowflakes, (it’s snowing right now!), the six-week-old.
Yes, little Nickers is six weeks old!
Can you believe it?
Six weeks old...already.