Sometimes you are packing up (at 11pm on a Friday night) for that weekend trip you planned with friends a month ago and you are thinking to yourself "why did I say we'd do this?". You were noticing that the beans are overflowing in the garden and need a good bath in the canner, that the lawn is ankle deep, and that the house looks a little like no one put any of their stuff away this week. You are pretty darn sure that you would be happier staying home and getting stuff done. You feel a little crabby.
But then you go. And you remember again that there is just this. one. life. Just these moments flowing on as your children grow and grow and grow. That getting stuff done isn't the only way to feel satisfied. And you feel peace as your child lays next to you in the no-rain-fly tent and points out the first star of the evening coming out in that wisconsin river sky.
"Carry this" you tell yourself.
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