Thirty years faded the lens of reality. Who, when, where, how . . . mix as water and sugar creating a taffy of utopian naiveté. But life has been brutal!
It is like taking a trip to your favorite place. You know the destiny is worth the ride. Yet all the roads are complex, tortuous, scary, painful and fun! The imprint of the trip is all over my body: on each silvery strain of hair; each long, deep, line on my face.
I have enjoyed every minute of his path: from the miracle of developing a life inside of me; to the craziness of giving birth; the unknown of figuring out a newborn; the magical moments of seeing my baby discover and explore the world as a child; the weird asynchronicity of teenage years where body, mind and emotions not necessary developed at the same time and with the same speed; the need to give space and learn to let go for the young adult to discover himself, and now as an adult teaching me to trust, rely, embrace and enjoy him as a best friend. Every phase has been unique and special but they all have been wonderful because of him! I would do it over, and over, and over again!