Gray sky, thin mist like tiny needles, cold upon the skin. The guy next door is chipping away and my husband left again this morning early for Georgia.
My soul feels as gray as this sky, every mistake I ever made looms large in my head and yet, I've just talked to Jessie and could hear August cooing in the background, and Hank and Lily have both texted about possible lunch and yes, of course I've made so many mistakes but somehow it's all led to this, these adults, these children, and in reality, I'm just a human being who has made as many mistakes as any other human being and yet, here we are and if I look at it all in a biological and even loving perspective, I've done my job.
And am still doing it, I suppose, even in my deeply flawed way.
What else can I say?
What did old Frank Sinatra say? "Regrets, I've had a few."
Well. I suppose I'll just keep blundering on, making mistakes, trying to do better, trusting in love, being so grateful that my babies want to have lunch with me, knowing that it has always been my undreamed-dream to have a happy family wherein everyone loves each other so and I do and they do and I still can't believe it.