And I am not a part of it. No more, "Teacher Whitney."
I have been given the greatest blessing of spending another year at home with my babies. This is all I have ever wanted. And to be able to do it is overwhelming.
Our savings account does not hold three times the rent. Our bank account is often in the double digits. Our splurges are few and far between, but we lack for nothing. We may not own our house, but we own both our cars outright.
I get to start and end my days with my family. Wake up time is 8a or later. I know the morning lineup of cartoons on the television and the times Brielana goes down for naps. I know Kinsey's cranky time kicks in around 3p or 4p, so a quiet activity helps to ease the strain. All these little details I missed out on when Kinsey was a baby, because I returned to work when she was 2 months old. I appreciate those idiosyncrasies that much more.
We dress late in the morning, sometimes get on each others last nerve, but love each other regardless. And then we get to do it all over again the next day. I know our days won't always look like this so I want to treasure it as they are now; life with a 4.5 year old and 1 year old, life at home.
In this season, it is where I am exactly supposed to be. And I am forever grateful for Brian who supports me being at home and for God for providing for us in all seasons. Amen.