How did I get here?
My husband is asleep downstairs, in our home.
We have a house.
I check on the kids before going to bed.
I feel their cheeks and fix their covers.
The baby's feet are warm, she is sound asleep.
I check the doors and brush my teeth. I look in the mirror...when did I turn 28?..or is it 29?..I forget and have to count the years...do I look 30?
I realize that I'm young but wasn't I just 17 like yesterday?
How did the years pass by without me knowing?
My childhood seems an entire lifetime away...I can't pinpoint where that life ended and made way for the one I am living now...where is the bridge? Life can be so surreal.
How did I get so lucky?
5 comments:
You've made good choices... that's how. :)
that was me.
I'm 28, and you are older than I am...I like this entry. Poetic up until the "like yesterday" when it loses the imagery of the first lines. You are lucky. I wished that I lived closer to my cousins. I have no friends here in Pocatello.
We're your friends, Mike...even though you're old (and even though we are very far away).
You're all old--everyone is old!
Not me though.
if you're not old, am i still young?!.... young and bald?... i can do that... i like this entry.
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