It's ironic- funny how accurate the photo I posted yesterday of Ivy's cheeks spoke for much of what I've been feeling lately.
Do you see that precious life that I get to call mine?
This work at home Mom dealio is such an incredible blessing, but it is taking some time to figure out. When I have cheeks like those to kiss all day and eyes so blue in them I get lost... and a little-voiced
A catch twenty-two, being able to work so that I can stay home with them, but I just want to be with them.
I catch myself lost in Ivy's eyes, thinking about the weights and measures and frailty of life, the gift it is. The meaning of it all. Am I drawing myself near to that which I should...
or only making it even harder to reach?
There are just too many little bits of too many little things that are occupying my time and I end up getting to the end of my day and...
find that what it really adds up to isn't much at all.
In this moment, for however long I might need, please excuse me. I must catch my breath.
I have some cheeks to kiss and eyes to get lost in.
And life to live.
Photo by Beth of Beth Fletcher Photography.