Thank you all for loving and encouraging me after my last vague post. The fog has definitely lifted, and I'm glad to be feeling more normal these days. I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that every few months or so I seem to spiral into what I refer to as a "funk" (the "D" word just seems so big). I attribute some of it to exhaustion, some to hormones, some to my recent hermit status which leads to way too much introspection, and of course, like many ailments, a lot to my spiritual state. I lose my vision and my enthusiasm for a few days to a week or so, and I'm always grateful when the Lord sees fit to lift me out of the quicksand.
And now, the post wouldn't be complete without a recent Emma-ism:
Emma: "Ow! I banged my toe and it hurts, Mommy."
Me: "Let me see...which toe is it?"
Emma: "The one next to the little piggy that ate roast beef."
You gotta love kids' points of reference.