I worry about what we will do if one of our cars dies, or how we will find money to put in Eddie’s college fund, or what we would do if we accidentally got pregnant. How would we pay for another baby?
I worry about cancer and strokes and Alzheimers and diabetes and chronic pain and depression and anxiety.
We have a crazy schedule that doesn’t allow for much family time.
Both of us have To Do lists and agendas on our computers, on our calendar, in our planners, in our minds.
I told her it’s in the little things.
Specifically? the little person who lives in my house.
there is miniature versions of big stuff throughout the house….small reminders of something big.
We seem to always be “getting through” something.
a small little someone who makes all the big worries melt away.
who watches what we do and how we handle our worries.
But since this little fellow came into our life? Those worries don’t invade as many of our thoughts…they don’t steal as much of our time.
We find joy and peace in each other and in loving our little man.
In a big way.