The thing strangers tell me most these days is that time goes quickly. Well, that, and that Charlee is adorable (which I appreciate).
“You’ll blink and she’ll be five,” they say.
My mom says the same thing, so I know there’s something to this. I mean, it wasn’t that long ago that TJ and I were only dating…and now we’re married and solely responsible for two small creatures.
WAIT. It wasn’t that long ago that TJ and I were only dating…we only got engaged not even two full years ago.
But these past two years have been a a whirlwind, as they say; a dance that I’ve gotten lost in and only sometimes remembered to still pay attention to what’s happening around me. It’s consuming, this life of mine.
I don’t know how to make the moments stretch out. I don’t know how to keep my baby small. I don’t know how to keep my heart from breaking with the weight of the day’s passing.
So I’m just not even going to try. It seems to me that all of the above is what comes with a full life, a full heart. It seems to me that you cannot love without your heart breaking; just like you cannot love another and not allow them to change–even when it comes to your baby.
I want to be full of now and loving this moment that I get with Charlee and TJ and Luna and these beautiful friends in Boston–as well as our friends and family that are further from us than these city limits, but still close to us in heart-space.
This life is beautiful. Heartbreakingly so. And no—I wouldn’t have it any other way.