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Noontime in Pajamas

It was noon, and still I was in pajamas
My little one looked lovely, in his Dr. Seuss sweater and pants,
and I was feeding him lunch
But my hair a mess, glasses on
trying to tidy the house and 
trying to grab a bite for myself in between
helping him, because it had been a long night
and a long day
because he's teething
and he needs me.
And my husband, my husband was ill
and I laid awake a long, long time
thinking of him 
and how to help.
It's simple, so simple
at least that's what I told myself before.
Simple to clean, cook, and care for my loved ones
but how would I have known?
That late night feedings with a child that needs me,
and looking after my sweetheart,
and all the other other items
that demand my attention
doing them all
doing them all well
is difficult.
But how else could I have known
that I would love my work so much? 
That the giggles, the smiles, the words he forms
and the food we eat as we gather at the table
the hand that holds mine night after night
and the sanctuary that is our little apartment
would bring such sun-filled rapturous joy?
So while it may be noon, and I may be in pajamas,
to my son, and my husband, and to me, and to God
we all know this is my uniform
not every day, but today it is
for exhaustion.
And that's quite alright.
For the work I weave,
is eternal in nature
and it is good.

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  1. Brett just told me thanks for keeping the kids alive. Sometimes that's about all I can say for the day!

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    1. Haha I love that! It's true. Sometimes it's all we can do to just watch our munchkins and make sure they are safe ;) You're a rockstar!

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