I'm going to attempt this Five Minute Friday. No editing, no second guessing, just writing. The theme is "together". And go...
There are six of us here on earth. One of us in heaven. And the moments of being together seem few and far between. When we are all together, I breathe a deep sigh of relief. Even if the kids are fighting or I'm stressing over the chaos or David is hiding behind his computer screen, trying to eek out a few more minutes of work, I breathe a little easier. I don't have to watch the clock as closely or worry about missing someone's pick up time from choir or Scout event.
I also think of myself as constantly struggling to remain put together. I don't mean my hair or outfits, because that ship has sailed. (I sport a great mom-bun and love me some long sleeve t-shirts and jeans.) I mean emotionally. It's been a struggle to regain any sense of normalcy since we lost the baby. We no sooner lost him than found out we were expecting again. I had to process all of that at the same time. And then came the wave of chaos after Connell was born last year. The kids changed schools. Again. We just resolved a major issue related to that yesterday. So slowly, I'm reassembling myself and feeling like I can fully function.
Mostly, though, when I think of "together", I think of my marriage and how incredible it is to be married to someone I enjoy so much. We're not perfect and we're never going to be Victor and Jenny or Desi and Lucy, but we make each other laugh. And if that's not the best part of being together, I don't know what is.