Is the career unfolding before me, the splashes of color I get to move around the page, wet ink on thirsty paper and a husband who supports everything I love to do, everything that makes me happy, who moves to the pace I set for myself, just to give me the space I need to see things finished. I married a person who wanted to solve problems with me right away. Someone who wanted to work. The person who had me tagged and classified as the middle child from day one. Who knows what makes me tick and knows just what kind of empathy I need to feel loved, listened to, energized and safe.
I am making pies in the kitchen this morning while Doug plays trains and cars with Anton. It is a good life.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.