These last eight weeks were the longest-shortest weeks of my life.
Of course, I’m sure every mom of a newborn has thought the exact same thing. Since my three-year old was born, I had somehow forgotten how the nights seemingly drag on and the weeks fly by. My little Kate is already eight weeks old! And in those eight short weeks, I’ve been reminded nearly daily that we’re not meant to live life on our own. We were made to be in ongoing communion with God and to find community with others.
I’m not going to lie. Many of the days since Kate’s birth were really hard. (Really hard = short for tear-filled, ugly, and painfully exhausting days). Big life changes are hard. After the birth of Liam in 2014, every day seemed like an uphill climb to nowhere with no relief in sight.
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