This morning, Joy asked me over her bowl of oatmeal, "how do people work?" I assumed she was talking about jobs, like our careers.
"Joy, I'm not sure what you mean?"
"Well, I mean how did God make it so that we could breathe, and our heart keeps beating, and our body just knows what to do?"
It's funny how I just go through my day, worrying about silly things like whether I'll get Joy to school on time, or whether my hair looks funny (which it does). And all this time I am a walking miracle. Breathing. Living. It's so amazing. How DO people work?
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Cross-posted from singlesupermama.com