This has been an emotionally challenging day. I'm hormonal and things are not going well with my friend. Those two in combination with each other do not mix well. I cried on and off for most of the morning after talking with her and then with another friend about her.
I longed for the comfort of my younger children and for their hugs and the life and vitality that they represent. I picked up Little Sister from preschool and was inquiring about her day when she said to me from the backseat,
"Momma, life is not for the weary."
She's only four years old and I don't know where she got that or what made her say it but she did. And she is right. When I tried to find out, she said she didn't know. I've held them close today (along with the tissues).