Yesterday, I looked at the sky over the stop light and imagined people, at least a couple, bursting through the meteorological gloom with all their joy. Just the thought made me feel kind of strange, like when you pass two kids having their first kiss and you know that your trajectory is an insignificant tangent off their cloud 9. Today, I am on the other side of that experience. The sparse hours of sleep are really holding up my mom pace, but under this gray forelock of clouds I am such a ball of excitement. My little sister is now holding her second child. It’s such a surreal feeling; now there’s even more life in our family! My mom always refers to life as a chapter book, and I like that. Today feels like my family has reached a part in the story where something exciting is happening and you know somehow it will change the dynamics of all the other elements. I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Do you ever write down the chapters of your life? I’ve been looking around at all the fabulous e-zines. You should check this out: