Tired

Somedays I am just tired.  Tired of fighting to hold the pieces together.  Tired of putting on a smile.  Tired of it hurting, of not wanting it to hurt or of deciding whether or not it hurts.  Tired of constantly analyzing myself, my family and my life and comparing myself to others.  

Today was a tired day.  But a good day. 

Although it could have been a day consumed by tiredness and slept away, it was filled with little boys' laughter.  It was filled with the joy of two little boys seeing their best friend, of playing in snow, exploring a children's museum and playing with friends new and old.  It was filled with serious, quiet moment.  It was filled with restful moments, moments of laughter, moments of friendship.  Today was filled with the constant love and support of my amazing husband, who loves me unconditionally.  It was filled with silliness, a date, fun, laughter and yes, some tears.  

Somedays are tired days, but even within the tiredness, there is hope.  There is a sense of peace and that this too shall pass.  That even when I don't feel like I am enough or have enough to get through the day there are others standing, waiting ready to help carry me through, and most of all there is a God who holds my hand, cries with me, wipes my tears and helps me through... even on, or especially on the tired days.