Falling

Having children is like falling in love, only you never stop, you just keep falling. ~ Franchesca Peters Gindler

It was one of those things that just sailed out of my mind, through my fingertips, into a conversation. Not that my children have been on my mind lately or anythin *sarcastic eye roll*

My husbnad and I had our day this last weekend. My birthday celebration. We always go out and we always spend a fortune (for us). And no matter how much I feel like we're ships passing in the night sometimes, it's impossible to miss at those times that we are the same ships. We are made from the same stuff. Nobody gets me, the best part of me, quite like he does. I couldn't be the woman I am today, had it not been for him. No other man on earth could love me, support me, embrace me, quite the way he does. I couldn't be half the mother I am, had I not chosen him as a father.

It hasn't been easy, emotionally preparing for my youngest to enter kindergarten. I'm not entirely sure I've been handling it well. It's early, yes, that was my doing. She is ready, that would be the grace of God. She's excited, and I'm totally floored by that fact. My beautiful, quiet, clingy, withdrawn child has found her self confidence and she's most certainly found her voice. I always thought I'd have to do more nudging with this one. Prompting her, pushing her even, helping her find her wings. But at some point, when I wasn't looking, she figured it out all on her own.

And now the only thing to do is edge to the side and try not to stand in her way. I'll never know what I did to deserve this beautiful life I have. But maybe it isn't about deserving your blessings, I can only hope that it's enough that I truly appreciate them.

I love you my babies. You taught me how to love again, in more ways than I can ever explain. Thank you for that.