Let It Burn
Hey, friends. We're friends, right? Caught up in the trenches of mama-hood, friendships can start to feel a little like a mirage. Not to the fault of anyone. The love is genuine. The intentions are good. But man, something's gotta give. Amongst all the needs and demands and commitments of just living, it sometimes feels nearly impossible to attend to one more thing. God and faith and church, and husband and kids and family and pets, and household and farm and vehicles, and school and work and projects, and just all the stuff. A few days before Christmas one of our friends invited us to go out on a Christmas Eve Eve barhopping excursion, and another friend invited us to come over for an impromptu Christmas Eve get together. There was no implied guilt or coercion or obligation or hint of requirement. Just a really sweet, if you can make it, we'd love to see you, and if you have other plans or it doesn't work, we totally understand. The ping of the texts came through
