After dinner, Ben and I were cleaning up the dishes, talking about our day, and he said…
“So, were you the bug or the windshield today?”
It struck me as funny. Not sure why…maybe because I felt like the bug today…a little smushed. I was up until 1 a.m. last night grading papers and hit the ground running today, giving the kids baths, dashing up to class, playing freeze tag in my heels in the backyard after I got home, folding piles of laundry, making goofy snowmen, refereeing toy ownership issues, wiping tears, making a new recipe for dinner with Parker on my hip, dashing up to a meeting, ironing, and then crashing.
Yeah…smushed. Ever feel like that?
Rachel, After finally reading your blog.. for the first time in weeks, I am again in AWE of your writing ability!!!! I think you should look into using it somewhere. I’m completely serious. Maybe the MOPS magazine or Hearts at Home or maybe someday you’ll write your own book!I completely related to the Bug or Windshield… Doesn’t it feel good when we are actually the windshield? And maybe sometimes when we are the bug we are really the windshield, plowing through our day and doing just what we are made to do 🙂I miss you dear friend.Krista