Today was it.
The sky is blue. Sun streams and swift breezes compete on our skin for attention. Goosebumps rise in waves, only to melt away in the sun’s glow as soon as the air stops.
We sat outside, Baron and I, and watched M work on the lawnmower. (I’m sure our neighbors are as ready for our yard to be mowed as we are.) Augie roams freely, sniffing the crevices in the concrete – a new treat for a pup who normally remains on-lead.
Out of this blue wonder, it comes. This thought.
Today is the day.
Today is the day I imagined; the life I’d never have. Today I sat in the sunshine holding a perfect five-month-old son, watching my husband work with his hands.
Much of my time has been spent patiently waiting for life to “get back.” Get back to normal. Get back my body. Get back my energy. Get back my health. Get back in a routine. Get back to work…
Today though, there was no “getting back.” I’m here. This is it. This is good.
I need nothing else.
Today, I’m so grateful.