last year at this time i was feeling pretty overwhelmed. overwhelmed with love, mostly. these little faces made me happy, tired, concerned, hopeful, busy, and sometimes frustrated.
happy that our family was blessed with three, THREE babies.
tired because i was not getting much sleep.
concerned about continuing to work both "jobs" that i love.
hopeful that we could teach and demonstrate the power of faith, service, and love.
busy with a schedule (which is something i have never been very good at).
and sometimes frustrated because a 24 hour day simply wasn't enough time.
funny thing.
progress is occurring because i am
at my happiest; receiving more sleep, which equals less tired; enjoying my mommy work and my outside work; hopeful that we are doing a little better every day; definitely juggling more and busier than ever; and somehow, through all of this, less frustrated.
each day is humbling and a true blessing.
