Living Up to My Own Expectations

I've always been a planner... goal-writer... dream-maker. But I've never been the best at following through. No one could have ever called me "Most Dependable" in high school, but luckily over time (and thousands of deadlines) you learn to work harder at getting things done way before deadline and actually completing all of the things to do on your list.

But I wouldn't say that I was a pessimist either. There are those in my life who always question why I'm the first to play "devil's advocate," but that's just me being me: keeping my tip-toes on the ground while my head's in the clouds. Doesn't make very much sense does it?

I've only got a few days to decide if I want to go on a retreat with the youth at church in a few weekends. I'm leaning toward no, since my whole heart isn't in it. I just don't feel like I'm a part of that group, or that I'm supposed to, but I'll do my duty to my Sunday morning commitment.

Still tired from Maggie's 3-day birthday weekend extravaganza. Honestly I felt like this poor little cupcake yesterday: exhausted and burning at both ends (well, sorta). Just tired of being tired, that's all.
I always wanted to have a child - and I'm lucky that I've been blessed with one. She's a happy girl & I'm so glad she's mine.

We looked at pictures of her birth and first week of life last night. The first picture in the album is actually of me, in the hospital gown, IV in my arm, wet washcloth on my head, looking rough, but smiling. After we had gone through all of the pictures, she wanted to "read" them again - like she does with all of her books that we read at night. She began to read aloud: "Once upon a time, Mommy wasn't feeling good in bed, and had a pillow under her head." :) Man, I love that little girl of mine!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAGGIE GRACE!