This writing is from one year ago, after we had celebrated our 1st anniversary in Seattle. Evie was 2 months old. ♡
“I’ll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don’t choose. We’ll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn’t carry us. There’s nothing to do but salute it from the shore.” ― Cheryl Strayed
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I love my life, and, at the same time, am keenly aware of the other life I’ll never know. In a way, this feels like 1st grade all over again, only this time, I know that it’s okay, and even very good, to be my own self, drastically different from others.
I’m very much enjoying adulthood. I have a fantastic husband, a really sweet baby, and I dipped my toast in my own jar of strawberry jam the other day. It’s been really great.