Sometimes I wish I could go back to the main picture here and be the bride again. Wear the dress, have all the family and friends around, feel absolutely gorgeous for an entire weekend. To not have discovered this thyroid problem, have the responsibility of managing my own store, or stress about having a baby anytime soon.
Or I could go back to the little picture of Bean and I dancing. I didn't have a care in the world, other than hanging out with my girlfriends and going to a party every Thursday-Saturday night. I would go to class, then go lay out at the pool, then maybe go to work. After work was more time with friends or a party.
Now life is work, lots of work, then come home and crash on the couch for a couple of hours in front of the TV, then into bed before a repeat day tomorrow.
On the other hand, I wouldn't have the joy of curling up with my husband and Eucie (my family) watching bad TV, I wouldn't have this wonderful house, and I wouldn't be able to afford any of it without work. I wouldn't have the security and the love that grows every single day. I wouldn't have my future promised to me.
Maybe I should stay right here: sweat dried on my clothes from work, dirty, full of the fastest dinner we could think of (quesadillas), Bean watching some random western movie, Eucie peering out the window at the bunnies in the yard, and me sitting here with him.
2 comments:
Hey sometimes i wish I could go back to. That picture would mean I was pregnant. Those were the days. But then I look at little P and realize things are so much better now. What a gift God has given me through Zach and now through Pearson. This life is so temporary that I really do try to enjoy even the nights of laying on the coach like a bum and watching nonsense.
Love it. It reminds me that I should love whatever stage my life is in because it wouldn't be that way for long.
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