This Life.

 I need to begin this post by saying this: I absolutely adore my girls. It is a true blessing from the Lord to be there mom and to be able to stay home with them. They are easy-going (for the most part). They love the sunshine as much as I do. They are typically down for just about anything. They love their people something fierce. They are mini-me to a "T".

But here we are.

This house is chaotic at times. Things are being thrown every which way by an adventurous, always-exploring one year old. The imagination of my 4 year old runs wild. She is me. She can talk to a wall. She can create a situation. She can imagine. While this makes me proud, I do not relish the same stories over and over and over and over and over again. Once or twice - they're pretty darn cute. But some days this little train derails.

 I don't know if it's just a season.

When I've faced a difficult time in my life, I would often say "it's just a season". While that is true on some level, I think I'm realizing as I get older that life is just hard. It's not just a season. It's life. 

As simple as that might sound, it has brought incredible freedom to my own life. I found myself always waiting with baited-breath, clinging to the hope of the "season" coming to an end. And yet, as soon as one little situation was cleared, another one would come our way.