January 19

Today was mentally exhausting. There was nothing about it that was outrageously emotionally challenging --just a dance class and a birthday party-- but I'm a little fragile these days. So I spent a few hours this afternoon napping under a cozy blanket, trying to recover from the strain that honestly, I feel like I shouldn't feel.

So it was extra nice when dinner time rolled around and I saw this on the stove:

A sweet little mound of beautiful rolls, made by my Hunny. And it's more than just bread: it's love on a plate. It's him taking care of me and the rest of our family, just like God says He cares for us. It's a small thing, but on the very-hard days, sometimes the smallest things mean the most.