Right now in life everything I'm doing feels like a reinvention of myself. Changing myself from the stay at home mom I planned on being to the person who has to go out in the world and make a purpose for herself. Coming up on two years since my life flipped drastically and it doesn't feel any easier than one year did. I look around at the [so many!!] babies her age, or what age she would be and my heart breaks a little each time. She'd be coming up on her "terrible twos" but I know she wouldn't have been terrible.
I look at all the things I fill my time with and my heart hurts knowing that I should have been filling my time with Ember. Teaching her things. Showing her things. Making her things. And my heart breaks a little.
I'm thankful for the things I have to fill my time with and I do know that God has me where he wants me it's just sometimes my heart needs a little extra convincing.
