To: Rambi who wrote (4529 ) 2/4/2004 9:45:33 PM From: epicure Read Replies (1) | Respond to After that conversation we had today for some reason I started thinking about when my kids were little- it was probably the color of the sky as I drove to the nursing home where my mother is, it was blue, and pink, and the contrails were lit up like gold- and I remembered a spring evening, around dusk, or maybe it was summer, and I was walking with my husband, and the oldest girl was 4, and the boy was toddling, and I was still only pregnant with the youngest, and our dogs ran out onto the field by our house ahead of us, and the kids walked in front of us as the dogs herded them, and I thought- this is it- this is everything I wanted. And I suppose I imagined my blond cherubic girl would be a cheerleader, and my boy would be a football player- even though I personally don't like sports- but at that time I wanted them to have what I thought must be the peace of being average. If I could have seen into the future, I would have been so unhappy. Yet everything is as good as it was that evening, only different- different than I thought it would be, but sweeter, because it is all so unexpected and so much better than I imagined, and it is seasoned with coming through hardships which were much more difficult than I ever imagined.
