Two days from now, I’ll be 24. I love birthdays, I love celebrating other people’s’ birthdays. But this year…whoosh.
This year I am 24, pregnant on my birthday (again, for the third time), two kids in tow, not even married four years, starting a small business, feeling kind of crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I am happier than I’ve ever been. But I’m also more exhausted than I’ve ever been. We’ve got crazy stuff going on, although it is good, grace-filled crazy. Being a mom on top of everything else is like conducting an orchestra. I don’t even know what that’s like, but that’s exactly the point. I have no idea what motherhood is supposed to look like.Continue reading “Twenty-four”