Not So Simple Joys
It’s not a simple joy when it turns out that your new baby wakes just as the “olders” are going to sleep and you are able to just sit, play, nurse quietly with the little one.
It’s not a simple joy when, ongoing a trying season, you have a few people at your fingertips to call.
It’s not a simple joy to be blessed with the gift of optimism and try to smile even when stressed.
It’s not a simple joy that one’s husband comes home ready to help even when you don’t ask him to.
It’s not a simple joy that one’s children act as though they got the best gift ever when they hear the doorknob turn, signaling that daddy’s home.
It’s not simple at all that I’ve had 3 tricky pregnancies, given birth, and endured early mornings, sleepless nights, tantrum after tantrum and lost the ability to fit into any of my clothes in just 4 years.
It’s not simple, but actually it is.
My life is good, my heart is full, my children are awesome, I’m working hard and staying out of trouble.