*something about mornings lately.
Gracious gift from god that I’ve somehow learned to see the good in them. Mornings have always been the hardest part of my day. Something about waking up alone, not having anyone to say “you got this babe”. Not that anyone has ever said that to me… I just imagine life would be so different if you had support. Someone to run this race with. Fact is life is hard. Being on 24/7 for toddlers is HARD. Amaze but hard. Beautiful but hard.
So here’s to the beauty in these mornings I’ve grown to love. To a life that’s not perfect but a race that’s worth running. For myself for my boys and for my father.