Most days I am good. I can usually steady a temper that may be swelling up from the floorboards before it becomes full blown. But man, it seems like the days I crave silence are the days my family chooses to be the loudest- the days the children next door decide to spend every waking moment on the swingset and also the days my son decides to record all day long.
But I am thankful for the hustle and bustle and would probably lose it if suddenly my life was quiet. Quiet means lonely, lonely means alone. I never want to be the woman without anyone, I always want to be a wife and Mama, and I am thankful for the tribe God has chosen me to be the chief of.
Now, If I could only get them to pick up their socks.
I am excited to be spending Christmas in Tennessee again this year but I am also trying to plan a birthday getaway for my birthday- where should I go?
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