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Someday I’ll be all me again.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Somed

Someday I’ll be all me again.⁣⁣
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Someday I’ll start to read grown up books that interest and challenge me instead of books about finding little monsters and counting apples.⁣⁣
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Someday I’ll dye my hair regularly and take care of my nails.⁣⁣
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Someday the size in my pants may be a smaller number.⁣⁣
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Someday I’ll drive a car that I like instead of a van that’s practical.⁣⁣
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But right now isn’t that someday, because today my littles pull me in every direction.⁣⁣
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Someday I’ll be all me again, but right now I’m OK with being mostly mommy.⁣⁣
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Written by @theheartofasoulfulmommy

I stood at the kitchen sink washing a bottle, list

I stood at the kitchen sink washing a bottle, listening to my baby cry from the living room. He was safe in his crib, his diaper had just been changed, but he was hungry. I hated hearing my baby cry, but I knew he was okay. And though he couldn’t understand it, I was preparing exactly what he needed, what he was crying for. In just a few minutes, with a full bottle in hand, I would pick him up and his cries would stop.⁣
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Standing over that kitchen sink, my heart realized how many times I have been in his place. I’ve been crying, safe and loved, but crying out to my God. My prayers shouting to Him exactly what I wanted, what I needed, but they were met with silence.⁣
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I couldn’t see Him. I didn’t recognize the work He was doing. And though I couldn’t understand it, He was preparing exactly what I needed, what I was crying for.⁣
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If you have found yourself in a season of crying out to God, wondering where He is or what He’s doing, remember that your Father in Heaven loves you more than you can imagine. He’s standing in the next room, listening to your cries, preparing what you need.⁣
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You have not been abandoned. You are not alone. Your God is at work. He hears your cries.⁣
“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”⁣
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(2 Corinthians 4:18, NIV)⁣
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But where do all the spoons go?

But where do all the spoons go?

I just want to say I’m sorry.⁣ ⁣ I saw you b

I just want to say I’m sorry.⁣
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I saw you before I had kids of my own. And I judged you. I swore I would never be you. Now that I am a mother myself, I AM you. And I finally get it. Oh, how I wish I had shown you grace.⁣
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Written by Amber Kruse

This is my husband, Kyle. He’s cute. And somehow

This is my husband, Kyle. He’s cute. And somehow as he grows older, he keeps getting cuter. Meanwhile, I plucked my chin AND nose hairs in the school pick-up line yesterday.⁣
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Age looks good on him.⁣
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Anyway—he’s cute, yes. But he’s also just good. Like, really good. He was the kid in college who always dressed the part and showed up first to work and respected his employers and went above and beyond.⁣
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Still does.⁣
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He volunteers for a lot—because everyone asks him for help.⁣
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He’s respected at work because he works hard.⁣
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His kids adore him.⁣
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I do too.⁣
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I know I’m a lucky girl but I’m also not so bad myself. Our marriage works because we’re good together.⁣
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I think we learned early on—back in 2004 before Facebook and smart phones—that the small, normal moments matter most.⁣
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We didn’t have money during those early years. I mean, no money. And so, extravagant date nights never happened. Travel didn’t happen. We made payments on a car that died in 8-lane traffic and we paid the bare minimum on student loans.⁣
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That was life for a long time. Only now, 17 years later, are we able to take vacations every once in a while. But it didn’t matter then and it doesn’t matter now. Our love isn’t fancy. And even if we do someday strike it rich, it won’t make our bond stronger.⁣
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Because we figured it out. At least, I think we did—that love isn’t something you find on the big screen or in a Christmas Hallmark movie (although I am a sucker for those films). Nope. Love is found in a bowl of leftover potatoes and meatloaf.⁣
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Let’s back up.⁣
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We have a first come first serve basis for lunch in our house which means whoever gets home first gets to eat the leftovers.⁣
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I usually eat an inappropriate amount of cheese for lunch. It’s just my thing. But when we have meatloaf leftovers—BACK AWAY. Kyle also likes meatloaf leftovers. You see where this becomes a problem.⁣
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There’s never enough for both of us.⁣
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