I couldn’t help but feel like every word of her post could have been written by me. So I’m copy/pasting it here for safekeeping. I want these words to light up my memories like fireworks when I’m an old lady, reading back on my blog book. Lisa Jo’s post is here. You really should read her blog. Amazing stuff. I tear up reading most of her posts.
I am stretched and tired and fearful.
My closet has a sense of humor and clothes in every size.
I am older and comfortable in my skin.
I am about the work of raising tiny humans.
I am out of my mind and in my calling and desperate for five minutes alone and a lifetime together.