I don't care what your father says about me having to work. If I could choose, I'd spend every day with you. I love it even more now that you're active and playful. We roll on the floor together, bounce up and down. I'm totally loving it. I feel like everyday spent away from you I miss out on something. I'm so excited you rolled over when I was with you. I was terrified I'd miss this amazing moment in your growth. I also feel like you respond to me more now that I'm always with you. Maybe that's just me though....
I just continue to pray that when we move, Dad will be paid more than enough that I can stay home.... It's not like I really bring much in now anyways, but it stinks that money is so tight for us. I don't want you to grow up like that. I want you to be financially secure in the sense that we're not constantly scraping for funds. I do have to say, God has always provided for us, we've never been without when we needed something. I don't desire the things of the world, but I do desire to not have to worry when the next time I can grocery shop will be.
Sorry if this entry is such a downer, I really didn't mean it to be ... it's just this scenario has really been on my heart a lot lately and I wish I knew how to fix it for us, but it boils down to I can't have cake and pie, I have to choose.
I love you ECT.
