This a dancing girl.
A focused girl.
A wet girl.
A girl brigade and their incredible dad.
And a happy girl.
And I’m talking about me (Chloe is a tired girl ;)). My happiness during this crazy season is something I thank Heavenly Father for daily. My joy floors me, to be honest, considering how I’m still running on fumes; still working for my family without a second-of-a-break all day, every day; still so sensitive to how big my job is as these four girls’ Mama. I’m busy, but not overwhelmed. Exhausted, but not worn out. Juggling lots of things (even fun-for-me things, like designing and blogging!), but not dropping balls. Givingivingiving, but not drained. In fact, I’ve never felt more full.
And for that, I’ve never been more grateful. The postpartum months have been for me before, you know. A friend was talking to me yesterday and she said she’s been wondering how the fourth-trimester has gone for me — I hope so badly to circle back here soon and share everything but for now (spoiler alert!) — it’s been good. 🙂
All is well!
