
As I nursed Ruth I couldn't help but go back to all the memories of "that" morning... 7 years ago, today.

As I went through the days events, I laid there so early this morning, gladly, almost smiling over the fact that Ruth woke up at 4am to nurse. Of course, tears fell. But it was like I was able to do the thing I wished I had done that day. Once more. Last baby. Getting through this time, what a way to start the day.
It's been a mix of emotions because on one hand, I want to give myself up to it and just bawl my eyes out. But then on the other hand, I want to be numb to it. Hold it together and just get through. I'm not ashamed of my tears, I'm exhausted of my tears.
What do we do on days like today?
Whatever we want.
Just trying to enjoy the blessings I have. A husband that loves me so much and 5 other children to take care of.
ALL my babies... Tesh, not so thrilled... |
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ReplyDeleteYou are strong. You are beautiful. You are my daughter.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing these thoughts. You are a beacon of light. Your family, all 8 of you - you guys radiate Jesus to the world.
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