One Sundayabout a year ago
an "experienced" woman in my ward
pointed out the spit-up on my shoulder.
"It's just your 'season' of life"
she told me.
She was right.
I often wonder if I'll ever have manicured fingers.
Or a shirt without slobber.
Or a purse without a diaper.
Maybe.
she told me.
She was right.
I often wonder if I'll ever have manicured fingers.
Or a shirt without slobber.
Or a purse without a diaper.
Maybe.
But I wouldn't trade.
I love this life.
7 comments:
That's AWESOME!
Amen sister...amen!
(would you remind me of this the next time I change a diaper and get poop under my nail -cuuuuuz I am gonna need that)
Come back! I can repair that~
I thought you were going to tell us you were pregnant and it was time for spit up again!
I totally understand! I don't know why I even try to wear black anymore--drool and spit-up show SO much!
I'm with you. I wouldn't trade any of it, even for a moment. I can't imagine my life without all my sweet kiddos, diapers, spit up and all.
Oh I hear you! I put on some black pants on today (why did I even bother?!) and within two minutes...possibly less...I had a big ole' bugar swipage across the front of my leg. I looked down at Max and he smiled at me as he fell over on his face and giggled some more. You are so right. It is all so worth our vanity!
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