For now, I realize that my greatest priority is just making it through the day being cheerful and thankful for where I am at. It is still my greatest dream come true, just a little louder than I had imagined! The gym will have to wait, my son is more important than my figure. Lunches out with friends that I haven't seen in weeks will also have to wait, although I beg those friends to keep praying for me as I minister to my child. This is my season, staying at home with my colicky baby, loving him and making him and his daddy my highest priority. It's not a hard choice--I am the luckiest woman alive--it's just hard to put to death those selfish feelings of me, me, me. But I can do "all things through Christ, who strengthens me".
This is Jack, in his car seat, on top of the dryer (while is was running). He actually took about an hour's nap on the dryer yesterday!