Tag, you’re IT!

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So as a parent of 5 (I am still amazed when I see that number), I see myself needing to plan a lot further in advance, but sometimes it just feels like the day-to-day activities are going so fast that you are literally tag-teaming with your partner (mine is Shane) to getting stuff done.

I literally try to not rush in life, and I usually get everywhere we need to be early (just in case an emergency occurs), but having two kids with baseball practice at the same exact times on the same exact days (twice a week), church twice a week, and my job every other weekend, I find myself playing tag with Shane now more than ever.

But even though it feels like life is so busy and is so overwhelming right now, and the only time we have to catch up on life is after all kids to bed at 8:30pm, we still try to make  that time for each other and not lose site of each other in the midst of all of this chaos .

We might be playing tag for quite a few years(or until they are all 18, lol!) but we know that  if we put God first in our life and our marriage, that things will always work out!

Do any of y’all ever feel like you are playing “tag” with your significant other to get a LOT of tasks done? Especially those of you who have multiple kids?

(BTW Shane and I just celebrated our 12 year anniversary this past weekend and it was SO fun–looks for details in a couple of days)

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Perfectly Imperfect

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When someone looks at you from the naked eye,

they wouldn’t have clue what is happening underneath.

They wouldn’t see the blood that still remains around your brain,

from where bleeding occurred when you were first born.

They wouldn’t see the vessels of your eye raising up,

instead of laying flat, which could have caused you to be blind.

They wouldn’t see the fact that you do indeed struggle at times,

with remembering to suck, swallow, and breathe when you drink a bottle.

They wouldn’t see the two holes that remain in your heart,

which the cardiologist hopes they close on their own.

They wouldn’t see the how your lungs just caught up to your size,

two weeks before you released to go home.

They wouldn’t see that you were born 1 pound three ounces,

and that’s why you are four months old and only seven pounds.

God made you so perfectly imperfect,

and such a beauty you turned out to be.

 

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