It is 10:35 pm, past my regular bedtime, and yet I am still up. I simply clicked on a link that someone sent me, and now here I sit, tears in my eyes, my heart so heavy. I just want to go in and wake up my babies and hold them close.
Lord, forgive me for the times today when I've wished for some time alone, longed for bedtime, begrudged Hannah an answer to a question simply because I was in the bathroom. I can only imagine what this mother wouldn't give for the interruptions, the laundry, the non-stop talking, the constant motion.
If you pray, please do.