and I am eating homemade oatmeal cookies like there's been a cookie draught for the past five years.
Today's motto is something like cookies are meant to be eaten
and snow is meant to fall
on a day in February
where my toddler screams angrily every time I leave him on the couch
where my husband finds odd pleasure in navigating his way home from work in a blizzard.
On a Tuesday
my heart sort of longs for the chasm in between their two extremes.
I'm tired of the couch
but I'm also not longing for any more stretching adventures.
because I've been submerged in both simultaneously every day since we discovered God has been growing this new little life inside my ever-expanding belly.
On a Tuesday,
I live wildly
a juxtaposed life
and find grace
and the extremes.