Stretch is waking up at 4:58 am, turning on the coffee pot, and putting my hair in a wrap around, side bun that I pretend is a hairstyle.
It’s dropping my kids at school before other people’s kids wake up.
Stretch is loving someone else’s teens during the day, and then, coming home and mustering the energy to play with Sticker Dolly Dressings Wedding Book complete with 500 stickers at night. Oh, the stickers involved.
It’s making dinner even though I feel like making cereal.
Stretch is being a human being instead of a human doing, and allowing God to work on my dreams while I work on life.
That's the real stretch, you know.
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