mushy

I'm feeling a little overwhelmed today. I'm finding myself frantically trying to pack and somehow find a way to finally get a clean house (will it ever happen?). I sat down to try to unwind a bit and clicked through my "favorites" menu, and ended up on The Gledhill family page. I can't remember when or how I first came across the story of their sweet little Gracie, but I was drawn to it for whatever reason and have checked in on them from time to time. Today is the day that they will say goodbye to their baby. My motherly heart is aching for them. I need to buck up and quit being a crabby, mean momma and take a look around. I have a houseful of healthy kids (which also means I have a houseful of toys, clothes, and stuff, stuff, stuff, that I need to get over being crabby about). After I teared up a bit reading their latest post, I went back to the living room and saw my smiling Simon. My dear sweet boy is back. A week or so ago he was running a fever and was just so unhappy, which is so NOT him. Simon is about the happiest baby I've ever seen. Really, I think he's making up for being a stinker of a newborn, but whatever the reason, he is happy. I love that boy. Every little chunky smiley inch of him. Today I'm loving my kids and my dear babe of a husband. I've been blessed, and starting (again!) today I'm going to be more thankful, more loving, less worried about these earthly things, and more grateful for my full, blessed life.