I feel like someone has died. A huge part of our lives from the past
three years is ending, and I'm a bundle of raw nerves.
I feel like a Dutch dike, and there's a very ADD boy plugging my leaks
but getting distracted by the birds flying by and the wind on his
cheeks and the scent of tulips.
And when I cry I can't speak. This may be a blessing for The Mighty
Hunter, but it makes for an Ugly Cry several times a day.
So I sit in line to pick up Stinkerbell at school. I see the other
mom's and dads and wonder if their day sucked as much as mine. I
wonder if the teachers can see my red puffy eyes through my old,
scratched Bolles. And I try to form words that accurately describe my
But most of all, I think of how very much I need the comfort of my
Savior. And the tender hugs of my babies.
There are brighter days coming.