Life seems to keep going and not slowing down. At all. My baby is almost 1 and I'm sad at the thought of her being my last. I'm so grateful for the two blessings we were given. They both were completely wanted. I get teary eyed thinking of how many nights I prayed for these children. And now? I get teary eyed watching them grow into little people. They are amazing.
Lately I've been feeling a sense of who am I? Where do I belong? I feel like I don't do anything anymore. No one is to blame but myself. I hate winter. Love snow but hate winter. I'm really depressed during the dark, cold days. And with Matt working like he does now, it doesn't help.