The Pretzel Stick
Although my mornings this week were filled with far more yawns than usual, they were also filled with far more smiles. And a few extra cuddles too! The only thing missing from picture perfect was Dada! But...baseball.
But yesterday was the last day for Dada-less mornings and we were super grateful for that! Almost as grateful as Amelia was for pretzel sticks. I told Adam - when he finally arrived home at 11PM last night - not to feed her another pretzel stick because with the amount she ate yesterday, she'd end up pooping a gigantic pretzel stick. He listened. Thank goodness.
Hey, when your kid is one and only wants pretzel sticks and breastmilk all day long, you make it work. Because, what else?
Grace, Kendall. Give yourself some grace. It's not going to kill her. No, she probably shouldn't live on pretzels her whole life, but for one day, it's ok.
It's also ok that you never got a chance to fully dress her the entire day and that Landon stayed in his pjs until 1.
They're both alive. They're both flourishing. They're safe. They're loved. They're cared for by a mommy who loves Jesus and who'd do anything to make their pains disappear and their dreams come alive.
And even when they're on their third outfit of the day and you still haven't brushed your teeth, you're right where God has you. Live there. And do it with intention, sprinkled with a whole lot of grace.
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