Man…

So, I can run a 5k, totally pregnant and without any training of any kind, but I can’t tie my own shoe or pick up a piece of ice from the ground or, even, get out of a chair without immense difficulty. I can barely ride in a car or enter a restaurant. Let alone carry something and then sit down without sounding like the big, bad wolf, huffing and puffing like I just did an 800m sprint. But I can run a 5k, apparently.

It’s just wild.

Thank you, God, for making me well and for keeping the baby safe and well. Please, make me and the baby and my husband well, and keep us all safe and in your love. Help us to be our best selves each day and night. Thank you for our home and the love of our families. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024