Here it goes... The other day I returned home from an entirely hellish outing with the boys only to find a package on my doorstep. At this point I was bawling, and miserable, and I didn't think I could handle being a mom for one more moment.
Contents: Pedicure equipment. Chocolate. Charming bling. Letters. A bazillion hearts. And more.
I've been wearing the fashion accessories they (my beloved friends) sent; tokens of the support and love that encompass me.
When I feel like no body could ever understand how difficult parenting is for me, I think of these woman and remember that I am completely understood. They know my heart and the burdens it carries. They know me.
I know the Lord put them in my path for a purpose, and although we live miles away they are never far. How is that for ridiculously cheesy?