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Uncanny. It’s been skimming the surface; that word wanted to be used. That’s what’s happening here.
How does our conversation go there? It keeps happening, even now. Even in jest, his knowing renders me soft and gooey inside...
Even though it was in jest, I cannot stop thinking about it. It’s too much exactly-what-I-want-someday and I just want to stay there because I can’t imagine a more beautiful and joyful life.
How did I get here? Feeling gratitude in the moment is a drug all its own, wanna stay high, don’t want to come down. Imagine if it were truly possible?
This is a raw place, and I want to play. What if it were possible?
He sets me to dreaming, little fires everywhere. Sparks, though, and not at all catastrophe.
Settle down, Love, your heart is running away with your head!
Focus… on my children and my desire to guide them well on their journeys. A lot of the foundational work is done, but they are growing and somewhere new and still need their mumma. Their mumma is growing and somewhere new, too. I want them to see my joys and sorrows, both. I want them to see me succeed, but also fail and get back up. I want them to know what it means to love another and understand that love is important and challenging work.