Well, I’ve done it. I didn’t mean to, but I opened my mouth and there it came. It all started with an innocent question while Gavin was in the bathtub.
“Mom, where are you?”
“I’m in here, across the hall!”
“In my room?”
“No, I’m in the baby’s room.”
Say what? Where’d that come from? That room is more like a room that someone threw up in. It’s a disaster. And yet, at the same time, it feels right that I said that. Even though I don’t know the reason I said it. Life isn’t supposed to make sense. If it did, we wouldn’t need a Savior.