And to be honest . . . sometimes I do hit the pillow feeling that way.
It's in those moments that I'm grateful for a camera. Glimpses of our day remind me that small things aren't insignificant; right smack in the middle of our mundane, routine days - we live out joy and fullness.
Yesterday as I flopped down onto our ottoman, the Princess promptly climbed onto my belly. Soon, Little Man hopped onto my knees, and they proceeded to pummel me. My view of the chaos:
Later, Little Man and I spent a few before-bedtime minutes creating dragons and ships and amazing aeroplanes out of thin air. Or Trios. Whichever.
(Here, Little Man presents the, er . . . hind parts of the dog he built.)
I realized something, though, lying tired under my blankets: Sometimes it's worry and sickness and burdens that wear us out.
But most days, it's just fullness.
If your life is full tonight, even if it seems a bit overfull at times, you have good reason to smile as you drift to sleep. A full life earns a good rest.
A full life is something worth your tiredness.
Full and Sleepy,
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