I was rooting around on my computer yesterday, attempting to get my photo files organized. (I say attempting because the files on my computer are such a disgusting mess that I usually give up about a quarter of the way into the process.) It annoys Mr. to no end. Anyways, I found these pictures which I had completely forgotten about (another argument for getting organized) from the snowy morning I spent in The Crepery with my mom, my daughters, my niece and my sisters over Christmas break. What a lovely morning that was, tucked into that funky little restaurant on Mainstreet in Logan. Camped out on the eclectic furniture, eating Crepes, drinking Nutella hot chocolate, and being surrounded by all the women in my life.
I'm going to tell you something. I've been in a fog these past few months. A bit of a funk you could say. Life is hard sometimes. I'm sure it has something to do with all my post-partum hormones, among other things, but that's how my life has been lately. A little hard.
When I found these pictures yesterday, I started thinking about all the women in my life, and how they have carried me for the past few months.
I was raised in a very female-centric family; five daughters will do that. I believe in the power of the female spirit. My mom, my sisters, my daughters, they know the worst thing about me, and it's okay. They don't mind if I call them up to cry and be irrational. They are fiercely loyal, and compassionate. They nurture, they love, they're kind. And they are strong. My goodness it amazes me what I've seen these women do. What I've seen so many women do. And I'm so glad to be part of that. Part of the female population. I don't know why we were ever called the weaker sex. There's nothing so beautifully strong as a woman's heart.
"There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity." --Washington Irving.