My thoughts are turning to Christmas. Thanksgiving dinner first, but Christmas, too.
Brooke said yesterday, "Mom, I want to say something because I love you ... (Uh oh) ... you need to leave the rescue mission. You come home exhausted and unhappy every day dealing with so much drama and it is wearing on you."
I remember the last time I heard those words I was working at WHM. My girls brought it to my attention when I no longer smiled. Brooke is bringing the weight of the stress to my attention, again.
I feel the same way.
It is 7:00 a.m. and I have the whole day open to me.
Thank you, God.
