Today I am at my parent's house in Eureka.  I came in last night, actually, to participate in a wedding rehearsal.  One of the girls who was in my youth group back in Kentucky is getting married today and I'm reading I Corinthians 13 in her wedding.  It's neat to be a part of it.
What's not so neat is that I have left my daughter at home.  She's with Daddy today and they are getting along great, of course.  They love to be together and Dennis is such a good father.  
But, I've realized that it is counter to every instinct as a mother to get into a car and leave your child two hours behind you.  I know that it probably gets easier over time, but I'd imagine that it's always a process of leaving behind a little part of you when you leave your child.  I mean, jeez, going to the grocery store is sometimes hard enough.  Overnight... well, it's just not natural.
What this time does afford is a chance to gain a little perspective.  I am incredibly blessed to be able to be with Annalivia so much of the time.  It is not a blessing that has come without sacrifices, but goodness, are those sacrifices ever worth it!  I have friends who send their children to daycare every day.  They wake up at 7 and take their children to daycare by 9 and pick them up at 4 and put them to bed by 8.  They get to parent their children for about 6 hours a day, if they're really lucky.  And for the most part, this pleases them.  
Not me.  I knew when I was carrying Annalivia that THAT would not work for me.  I love that I get multi-hour interruptions to sermon work, that I get to take crayon breaks, that I know when she is mad or frustrated or bored, that I can help change all those moods by playing with her or reading to her or tickling her.  
But I don't always remember this.  And I need to.  I am one incredibly blessed woman. And I'm thankful.
 


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Yes, you are. And I know you do realize it, which makes me really love you and your family even more.
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