Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on world.
I was 21 when my world changed.
When I met him.
When it all started making sense and life was normal and filled with smiles and happy.
When he reminded me what joy was, what comfort was, what love can do.
When he made me go back home, find my family, forgive those that will never say sorry.
At 23, my world changed again.
A scary diagnosis does that, it doesn't matter if you are young or old, a diagnosis will rock and shatter your world.
And that is where love steps in again, to always fix the broken.
We were 30 when we had her and 33 when we had him,
and our world changed again.
For the good, yes.
For the more difficult, yes.
Harder now, yes.
More difficult to connect, and find the loving moments, yes.
More difficult to remember to hold hands, remember to look at each other when you're mad, to find each other again,
More difficult to remember that if you do this right, they leave, but he will forever be my best friend, my partner, side by side,
But we will continue to find each other in parenthood.
To not only trace their start,
but our start too.
Because it is so easy to love in the happy and even easier to love in the sad,
it's all the in between that you fight for.
All the mundane, all the garbage.
The paying of the bills, and house projects, and mowing of the lawn.
That's where you fight for each other.
Because we have weathered storms,
we have found our normal in the chaos
and we are each other's world.
Some happy to have stopped by here from FMF today. I felt forced when I was writing as I haven't been too inspired to write lately. But your words soothed my frazzled spirit and reminded me of the really important parts of life. Thank you,
I have been there so many times. Not able to find my voice anymore. The tired and parenthood getting the best of me. And, even when forced, I just try and get a part of it down, for my own peace. Best of luck to you and all that you write from your heart.
A beautiful piece. Well spoken - hear, hear!
Such an awesome testimony of God's faithfulness. I'm blessed to visit you from #FMF.