Exploding
These tulips landed on our dining room table for Mother's Day. Every morning we sit at the table and watch how they
explode and open further. I keep thinking they are past their tipping point and yet the next morning they are reaching out even further, the colors even more determined to amaze us.
And this is in many ways reflective of how I feel about the family we have birthed here. Our lives. Our little family. My heart looks like these flowers when I take a moment to look around and see where I stand.
I feel so incredibly lucky. Not in the sense that this life, these blessings have been handed to Rooster and I on a platter, but that we have found this path, this existence and somehow we have just floated through these smooth waters into the perfect spot. I mean, we work hard and it's an effort to make things work. It's certainly an effort to make things fit into the outline we've drawn out and dreamed of. Some of our choices have not made things easy, a bit of swimming upstream to say the least. But mostly, I'm amazed at how beautiful this thing is - this thing about being partners in this journey, about raising these children and creating our own little family. Mostly, despite the grumbles and the cries and the heavy lifting, mostly our life looks just like these exploding and hopeful tulips. It fills me with joy. And I'm so thankful.










