Yesterday school was cancelled. Josh was home. The weather was gross. I cried for the whole of my forty-five-minute bath. My water was cold and my heart was all anxious because I was past due on well, just about everything.
Eyes all puffy, I ran my errand. Hours and hours later, a kind lady overlooked my tardiness. God smiles on me, but not in an I-told-ya-so kinda way, more in an I-love-ya-girl kinda way.
I am relieved. Even though it's nine past midnight and John is laying on the living room floor in front of me playing with a toy tiger and not sleeping, I take heart. Yes, and I have peace.
My life is in no way what I thought it would be. World changer. Mover. Doer. Active. Make it happen. I am not. I can not.
My life is wonderfully un-special.
I am making peace with that fact.