Thanksgiving

I love this.
All of it.

I mean I'm not so particularly in love with the snot, poop, screaming, mess, disobeying, puke... etc. but it comes with the package. 

and I love the package. 

A lot.

Pregnancy is a hard place for me. 

My mind and body are really in difficult places during that time. 

So when the yuck is done and over with I'm left with a bunch of precious baby, a disproportionate body, and so much sleepy hazed joy. It's a blessing to be well.

I told Philip yesterday:

This is kind of the craziest my life has ever been, but it is truly the most joyful I ever remember it.

I mean that. 

 

The Lord has done great things for us! We are glad! Psalm 126:3