For real? This is my life? I can't express how many times those thoughts go through my head. Sometimes John and I speak them to each other,
"I can't believe he's REAL."
In high school I remember loving life and anticipating what my future held. I wanted my own home, husband and child(ren). I remember expressing this out loud and in my journal. I still think about that one journal entry for junior english. I wrote about my desire, my longing, for these things. Not for the future. For the right now.
Somewhere deep inside, I didn't see that being the way my life would go. I saw me being single, having a fun job, doing fun things, having fun friends. Going and coming. A part of me wanted that as well. There was fun and joy there as well.
My English teacher, who I adored, wrote something in reply to that journal entry (oh how I loved feedback). It made me realize I had time to work on that and I had time to enjoy at the present. And so I did. I enjoyed it. High school. College. Enjoyed the path I was on.
The path was fun. There I found: Fun. Going & coming. Friends. College. Boy. Marriage. Fun. Baby. Another baby. And I'm happy. And part of me feels like this isn't real. Like, how did I get this? What happened?
When I tote Burl along in the heat of running errands, when he walks around (and on) my feet during dinner prep, when I give in and give him a little snack to "make it to dinner," I enjoy him.
My little buddy.
The freedom to stay home with him.
And John asks me, "is it hard? do you get tired of having someone hang on to you," I don't remember those times I get aggravated. Instead, I remember that I never thought this would happen and I remember that I couldn't imagine that it could be this fun.
beautifully said. i can totally relate!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post! Yay for dreams coming true and contentment abounding.
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ReplyDeleteJoseph, is that your cheesy comment? Brothers are so encouraging...
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