I read this the other day, and I almost feel like this has been true ever since I moved to Rangely -- mostly the weeks of barely moving. Since August, it was my first year at a new job, Hubby's first year at a new job, our children's first year in school here, we moved houses twice, and I juggled graduate classes the entire year.
This has been my weeks... and my year, and is still my year.
Some seasons are longer than others, and longer than you wish they would be.
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