As I sit here watching my 13 month old daughter play, I think back to the first few days after we brought her home. How I would spend my days “playing” with her on the floor or just watching her sleep. I didn’t think life could be more perfect. I thought how simple life was caring for this little baby. So it makes me start to think how life will be when we bring baby Cooper home. Life won’t be so simple this time. Will have the time to sit and watch him sleep? Forget about him, will I have time for Addison?
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My birthday is fast approaching. Usually, I would super excited and start planning something extravagant. However, the last few years I’ve felt weird on my birthday. I’ve gotten up early and kept to myself most of the day. I think it has finally set in that my birthday is just another day that will come and go and it isn’t all we work it up to be as children. It’s just another year down. Farm Wife. This is a title I’ve prided myself on. It was something I was looking forward to before we were married. I was so excited for this title that the readings at our wedding ceremony were “So God made a Farmer” and “So God made a Farmer’s Wife”. I’m proud to be married to a farmer and support his lifestyle. But what does that mean? What does it entail? I’ll be honest that I wasn’t prepared for the responsibility that comes with that title. I recently saw a photo with the saying, “No one works harder than a Farmer, except a Farmer’s Wife”. I couldn’t find this statement any truer. |
My Medical Statistics: Diagnosis: Major Depression Disorder PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) Severe Generalized Anxiety Disorder Prescription: Clonazepam 1mg Psychiatrist: Psychologist: Moeller, Myers and Associates, Sterling, IL Archives
November 2018
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