It’s gonna be a good week.
Who cares if my husband has to take half a day off tomorrow to help me out of a jam?
Who cares if I have so much work to do I feel like I might be done next October?
Who cares if we have such a busy schedule this week we won't sit down to dinner as a family until Friday?
Who cares if my son routinely turns into demanding, whiny-boy?
Who cares if the laundry isn’t done, the sink is full of dirty dishes and the family room is looking like Hurricane Toysrus struck?
Who cares if an icy wind is blowing?
Who cares if my alone time consists of the three seconds it takes for Liam to locate me again?
None of it matters.
I am loved.
It is amazing how that simple statement of fact covers a multitude of the downers in my life.
Not only am I loved by my husband who would move the earth and stars for me if need be, but I am loved by the sweetest little boy in the world and most importantly I am loved by the God who created us all.
Although I sometimes need reminding of it, and many things in my life try to overwhelm it: I am loved . . . and it makes all the difference.
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