1. I wrote a little while ago about how I am "okay" with being a mom. I no longer think being a mom is just okay. I have realized the deep intrinsic value of the very pinky fingernail of every mother, and now I believe being a mom is pretty much tantamount to being President of the United States of America, while doing the laundry of the entire White House as well.
2. Pregnancy dreams are the worst. Especially when a gruesome accident happens to your beloved sister.
3. I do not believe that God sends us certain trials to teach us certain lessons. I believe that sometimes accidents, conditions, or bad choices just happen, and that God can help us deal with them in spite of the general entropy of the world.
That said, I knew when Sara had her accident that she would have to learn to accept help from others, which I judged her to have a hard time doing. Now I am realizing that I too have an intense dislike for requesting help from anyone, and that I have some hard-to-swallow lessons to glean from this experience. Bah, humbug to humble pie's bad texture and bitter flavor.
4. Sara has taught me other valuable things, also. Such as the proper way to fold socks so that they stack neatly in your sock drawer.
And by "improper," I'm pretty sure this picture means the way 99% of mere mortals fold their socks.