This morning, I got to sit and snuggle and read.
And then the day got busy.
And by the end of the day, I want so badly to sit and write something beautiful and read something inspiring. But there’s laundry to put away and dishes to do. And even if I tell myself it doesn’t need to all get done right now, and I let myself sink into the couch, I’m tired. So, so tired.
I wish I had as much energy as my four year old.