Things haven’t gone as planned and we’re still living out of boxes. Everyone’s making sacrifices. Like sleeping in a port-a-crib.
But if this is a sacrifice, we don’t know hardship. Sleeping under a roof in a warm house. Cozy blankets. New jammies. Food when you wake up. The list could go on and on. I’m beyond grateful that this is the greatest inconvenience you know. A port-a-crib is hardly a sacrifice. We’re blessed.