Life just keeps turning, and things are going on and I don't even know where the heck to start.
Because as a mom isn't every day just another day, and the days turn into weeks and months and years and the changes are small, and noticeable more looking back after a distance, when you see chubby thighs even out, and toothless smiles fill in. I look at lines around my eyes and see pictures of years ago and remember thinking how I didn't like the picture and now I think I look awesome in it.
Things that happen in a day are food, more food, dishes more dishes, dinosaurs, spider man suits, field trip money, and Fly Guy books, pianos clanging, doorbells ringing, dropping off at afternoon kindergarten and being rebellious and dropping her off right in front even though we are supposed to park down the street. Addie doing family home evening lessons on nature. Lethal puppy farts. Harvey saying" I love my mom", Danny saying "you keep our world turning". I'm running, in the early morning, watching the sun come up and praying thank you, thank you Lord for another day.
