*Photo taken at the summer cottage in August
Ten years ago I made a list of things I needed to do in my life. I'm a list maker and I remember the pen strokes on the paper felt like blood. A blood promise of sorts. I've written of this list before. Get Married, Buy a House, A full time job, Have more babies, Write a book.
I got married.
I bought a house.
I got and then quit a full time job. Hee hee.
I wrote a few novels... no big deal.
AND: I had more BABIES.
And there's a floppy kind of love about the world now that the rigid list is completed. A loopy crochet of flowers and moonlight that can't be encapsulated into a list.
I need to tie up the ends. But I have a lot of time, and a lot of yarn. Colorful strands of multicolor madness that make up what the universe has given me.
I'm proud and scared and awe struck by my portion of life.
I peek out from between my fingers to see what happens next.