I remember the moment I truly understood that aging happens to everyone, that death is inevitable and family is everything.
Having a child changes everything. I was warned about the sleep deprivation and the way my body would never forgive me (though it has), but I was never told how much a baby can change your marriage.
I love a man who I can see a future with, and he loves a woman who is part of a package deal he never imagined wanting.
For me, it's an encouraging nod from above, a vibrant, everyday miracle which reminds me that life is uncertain and messy, but also beautiful. Beautiful in the extraordinary but even more so in the ordinary.
I wonder, sometimes, in the midst of our now familiar, sometimes hurried, sometimes tiring, family routines, does he still prefer to be as close as possible to me?
I choose you. I choose us. This day and everyday, just one day at a time, I am going to pick you on this path.
If I could change anything I’d go back in time and meet you earlier so I would have more time with you.
The less stuff my family owns the less mess there is to clean.
Suddenly I’m living my Mother’s life, but I’m on the other side. I’m Mother.
So am I saying Happiness is inferior to Joy?