Hi friends. It's been too long since I've shared my heart with you. Now it's time. It's way past time, and I'm feeling tired..really really tired.
When I worked outside of the home, I dreamed of the days when I'd be lucky enough to stay at home. I'd keep every trinket in meticulous order, iron my husband's shirts, and bounce a laughing baby on my knee all day long.
Only one part of this fantasy came true.
Today, I am more likely to toss out any trinkets (so I don't have to keep them in order), laundry is self-serve (I definitely don't iron), and I've been burning the midnight oil every--single--day creating silhouettes.
I am thankful for the opportunity to create art, and excited at the prospect of my quickly-growing business, but lately, I am finding the need to strive for more balance in my days. Selah is growing closer and closer to her first birthday, and I want to soak in each moment of her baby-ness before it all disappears.
Maybe it's just the holiday rush, or my hormones, or my little baby growing up, but I'm feeling it all, and every now and then I have to stop and scoop my little heart right up off the floor.
Lots of love,