We're there. Well, we were there.
Dont' get me wrong, routine is good. I'm a Moma to twin toddlers. I'm telling you it's a mah-va-lous invention. Not only does routine keep mischievous toddlers at bay, but it helps soften the undertow we call life from sweeping you up in it's blunder just to spit you out and do it all again. It keeps the heart sound and mind sane. In most occasions.
But there are times when the routine can become the actual undertow and before you realize it, you're running a rat race in your most intimate settings instead of partaking in the beauty of it all.
I started to realize all of this after I had my surgery. Yes, even the smallest surgeries can open eyes to amazing wonders. Some just smaller than others. And I'm going to go ahead and assure my Moma that all is well in the heart and home. I'm just doing a heart pour out for further eye awakening. So no need for panic.
-The in between.
-Bed time for kids.
-Bed time for us.
**Please repeat 6 more times.
Than do it all over again
Anyhoo...For about five days I literally sat back and enjoyed front row seats to the most majestic and magical play ever written. The life of our family. There were many scenes, some more pleasurable than others, but all precious in there own way.
|"This is how you do it Daddy!"|
|Call Me Blessed|