And there are days
when I want the other life
filled with scribbles
and inconsolable crying
smiles
melt-downs
new discoveries
the one where all I want is
for him to come home
so I can leave the house
because I'm pulling my hair out
longing desperately for
everything grown-up
an airplane
space
freedom
seasons when we're fighting
ensuing moments when I wonder why
I married him
said yes to this life
chose it
in the first place
years passing by when I marvel
where did it all go?
how did I get so lucky?
look at all of these gifts!
the ending of a day with us
our life
lived out in the good, bad, mundane
It sounds so good today
All of it.
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