Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Our story is being written.
It includes simple chronicles. Such as the magic that happens when J comes home from work each day. It's as if a switch has suddenly flipped inside each our children and they glow as they gallop, skip, bounce and cartwheel to his side. And me… well my heart smiles.
Other chapters are more complex. The times welcoming fresh spirits into the world. And times we had to say goodbye. These passages could be filled with broken dreams or with certain bliss.
Our memoir is precious and imperfect. It's filled with laughter, tears, joy, heartache, prayer and hope. And we are only 10 years in the making.
I envision the day when our two antique and fragile lives walk hand in hand. Thin skin covered in wrinkles. Minds overflowing with visual treasures. Two old souls who's tale includes each other on every page. That is a story worth writing.
Love you forever J
Happy fathers day