The days run together, one after the next, exactly the same on the surface but conjuring new emotions at every turn. We inhabit this house, work and play and eat in these same few rooms, see only each other, rarely catch a minute to ourselves. I mark the time by Eamon’s jammies and Selah’s rotation of outfits and hairpieces—one day a tiara, the next a headband, and then a series of sparkly clips.
If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.
—Rumi
The light pours in, the light recedes. Each day, I find my way.
This post was written as part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to read the next post in this series “Go Where the Light Is.”
