Jami, This is Your Life

There are times in my life when I simply stop and say to myself, "This is my life." Sometimes these are the moments when I need a break, as in "this is my life, doing this same pile of laundry every day (it seems) eternally. I am the Sisyphus of Laundry." It might the times I need to catch my breath, when I am so busy I feel guilty if I sit down: "this is my life, dropping off and picking up things in between cleaning, visiting friends, going to meetings, cleaning, eating and occasionally even sleeping." Now and then, it's those really rare occasions where the moment is beyond my dreams, like walking down the aisle toward the Husband. But today was the best kind, I think. Walking home from the park with Eddie, and again this evening. "This is my life, strolling with my son as he explains the wonders of the very special stick he found." "This is my life, sitting on the back porch with the Husband, blowing bubbles for Eddie to chase, chatting with the neighbors and admiring my garden" (except for the *&^$ basil which refuses to grow). This is my life, looking forward to Eddie being asleep, eating ice cream and cuddling with the Husband while we watch a movie and feel Gurgle moving. (Gurgle is what Eddie has named his future sibling). This is my life. Life is grand.