Counting the Moments that Matter
This week is World Breastfeeding Week, and so it finally feels like the right time to share a post that I've been shying away from for months now. In part, I’ve been putting off writing this because life is busy. Constant. It’s 3 kids with a million questions, needs, problems, schemes, and feelings every hour. Each. In part, it’s moving into a new house 6 months ago and trying each day to make it a bit more like home. In part, it’s being present in the life of a vibrant church where my husband is the pastor and all the joys, heartaches, and celebrations it brings. And all the other excuses, whether valid or otherwise. In part, this is still raw for me, even after 7 months. Every morning when I open my top dresser drawer to choose clothes for the day, my eyes always light on a small collection of undergarments that still lay there, although their usefulness has since passed. Occasionally, I still select one to wear because they are “more comfortable” or “I don’t want to...