Long Days

Today has been a long day. It began yesterday really. My youngest child, at 6 weeks old, decided yesterday evening that sleep would not come easily to our house. He has been battling some chest congestion and spent about 4 1/2 hours wailing about it. His temperature rose to a startling 102 degrees and nothing was settling him. Grandma came to the rescue at 1 am. She offered that special touch that only a grandma can and Little One was soon resting in her arms. She stayed for over an hour, snuggling and comforting, then she returned home to her own bed. I was left again with him. Quiet reigned in our home...well, for a little while anyway. The squirming infant woke me shortly after 3 am with wails of discomfort, frustration and fatigue. And he was crying too. We called the Dr., who wanted to see him first thing this morning. He's okay now, but I'm longing for my pillow. We're getting ready for bed now, but not before Big Brother and Big Sister have an evening wrestle with Daddy. They love their time with him and, though he may act a little disgruntled, he loves it just as much. It's good to watch at the end of a long day.

Finding Time

Well, I'm going to try it. My attempt at a record of my times. My hope is that as I am intentional about this time, that I will grow and others will be inspired toward intentional living as well. I don't want life to happen to me. I want to create a life that is on purpose. Here I will share as that happens, and the moments it doesn't happen. Life is a journey. Let's know where we are going!