My sweet Kaitlyn

Yesterday was just one of those days for me. One of those days where it felt like I could do nothing right. The dishes went undone, the laundry wasn't done - which meant James had to wear a dirty shirt to a softball game, I felt extremely tired - which meant Kaitlyn was easily frustrated when all she wanted was just a little bit of my time. I couldn't figure out our finances like I wanted to. I felt like I should have had more to say at our Huddle group. I packed Cora the wrong bottle for church and she spit over half of it out. It was just a really long day. So, last night when both girls were in bed and James was out playing softball (in his dirty shirt), I just sat on the couch and cried. Kind of like I'm doing now. STUPID NEW BIRTH CONTROL!!! Anyway, about 10 minutes later, Kaitlyn came out and in the sweetest voice asked me if I would come lay with her. Any other night I would have just told her no and sent her back to bed. But, for some reason, nothing sounded better to me than to go lay with her. For those 10 minutes that I was in there, I felt like I was the child and she was the mother. She grabbed my hand and held it tight. She squeezed it 3 times, which is our sign for "I love you." And then, out of the blue she just starts praying out loud. Just a short, simple prayer. She said, "Dear God, help mommy to have a good day tomorrow. Because I just love her and I want her to have a good day. Amen." I cried, pretty much until she fell asleep. She usually freaks out when I cry, but she didn't this time. She just kept on holding my hand and rubbing my arm.

I truly believe that God speaks to us through our kids. I'm already having a much better day today.