I struggle to find purpose on this blog. Is it a list of recipes? Is it about paying down debt? Or is it about me, and whatever happens to be on my mind in a given moment? Hm.
We've been a family of five now for eight months. I don't know how my baby got to be eight months old. Like everything in my life, it happened when I was busy doing other things. Because with three kids, five and under, I'm ALWAYS busy doing other things. And yet, somehow, nothing ever gets done.
But... every day is really, really good. Our house is never quiet, but our house is never lonely. Our house is never clean, but it is never empty. Our house is full of chaos, but also joy. At our house there are tears, every day, but just as much laughter. And this? Is everything I had hoped.