The Season of Giving

It was 4 am last night, when I picked up my crying child and told her how I wish her daddy would help out. I immediately felt guilty. I had just moments before chosen not to wake Pete, because he has been working 12 hour shifts at the hospital and didn't have the chance to take a short cat nap like I did the day before. We are both exhausted, but if I spend just a moment thinking rationally, I know it is just a season in our life. It would do me well to remember that both of my biggest loves need more from me than ever before, and I should be more grateful for the opportunity to show my love for them.