Subscribe to RSSDear Jesus and Trace Atkins
Nine months pregnant, two kids and my husband is hunting. It’s still a good day.
Nine months pregnant, two kids, my husband is hunting and my car is stolen. It’s still a good day.
Baby is nursing, spitting out bits of tissue and blood while she gnaws the life out of my nipples. It’s still a good day.
Husband’s sick…’clogged pore’ ‘down there‘….have to take the whole gaggle (due to stolen vehicle) along to the doctor, another doctor, then the surgeon…tears, screaming and more tears from us all. It’s still a good day.
Notice my incision is swollen and red. On call doc says it’s infected, need to get in ASAP. It’s still a good day.
In the waiting room an hour and a half with all of the chick-a-dees….tears screaming and more tears. It’s still a good day.
Then, to the lab to check the biliruben. Where am I? Where are my children?…in and out of deliria. It’s still a good day!
Why is it still a good day Mr. Atkins? Am I really ‘going to miss this’? Yes…Yes, I know I am. Even as it’s happening I find humor amidst the chaos and feel such love despite the tantrums. I am ‘going to want this back.’ I am going to ‘wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast.’ These are ‘the good times’ and I am going to savor the good with the bad knowing that it passes too quickly, I already see it flying by and am saddened. I look to the future as a light when I am too overwhelmed to focus on today but know I won’t get this back and I’d better stop to enjoy it, even during the worst of the worst. Jesus and Trace Atkins…they get me through the day.
-Megan in Idaho