Everyone has a story. Everyone has walked a path. I know very few who have had a smooth run. We have had our share our ups and downs. Some of which I have talked about, such as our years of infertility treatment, and some of which I am yet to mention. There were circumstances that rocked our world beyond anything we could of imagined. These stories I wouldn’t know how to share, they are not yet making sense in my own mind.
When I was amongst these overwhelming and surreal times I found peace in the simple things. I coped by focusing on the small, the insignificant. l planned what we would have for dinner. I focused on bathing the kids, dressing the kids, on their routine. I made a conscious effort