Together.

Together is beautiful. It evokes a mental image of tiptoeing through tulips with an orchestral soundtrack. So much laughing, loads of merriment.

Also, together makes me feel like any or all of these eggs sometimes.  

I, apparently, am a duck.

Two ducklings follow me around from 7am to 8pm. They follow me from my room to the kitchen. From the kitchen to the living room. The living room to the bathroom. Yes. Especially the bathroom.

Clearly, since they're trying to suck the very life out of me, leaving me alone for a moment to recharge is not acceptable. My husband likes to make me even crazier by joining the three of us when I'm on the toilet just so that "everyone can be there." Together. We are so obscenely together.

At least with friends you can tell them you're not available. "Sorry, right now is not a really good time for me" or "Gee, I'm really swamped with anything-other-than-reading-that-book-to-you-for-the-thousandth-time" doesn't fly with the kiddos. If I'm still breathing, it's as good a time as any.

You also understand how difficult "together" can be.  Whether in marriage, parenting, team settings, or work relationships, together simply feels like sandpaper sometimes.

We must continually remind ourselves that this particular together, the one we're struggling through today, won't last forever.

Someday I will be able to use the bathroom in private. While that will be glorious, just thinking about it makes me tear up. All the ridiculousness of together makes this introverted girl a little nutso. But it also makes me grow. Together is hard.  Together is beautiful too.

So if you are in a very intense season of "together," take heart. It doesn't last forever. Soon enough, your together will be apart. All that will remain will be the lessons learned in that season.

Learn the lessons well.