“Do you know what today is?” I asked my husband.
He turned to me, startled. I knew what he was thinking: what did I forget?
I assured him with a pat on the hand,
“It’s the first day of the rest of my life.”
“Oh, that’s nice, Babe.”
“No really, it is!”
Since I was a young girl, I dreamed of getting married and having a large family. I gave birth to my fifth child six weeks ago. Yesterday I had my postpartum visit with my doctor. She gave me the green light to return to normal function.
So it feels like dawning of a new era. The course of my life in no longer a vague misty dream. All around me are the precious faces of my present and my future: my handsome husband and my five gorgeous kids.
Two of my boys came along with me. My oldest son held my little one's hand so I could walk ahead a bit and try to get my heart rate up. I feel so much lighter than six weeks ago! I skipped and twirled -- which made my boys smile. My oldest has seen me lying prostrate a lot this past year. It's been too long since we've taken our daily walks together. I attempted to click my heels. The boys laughed.
So, for what did I ponder and pray on "the first day"?
Gratefulness for the past and a vision for the future.
It's time to add some new dreams to my heart. It's time to take new steps and risk new things. Life is full of uncertainties and some things we just can't predict, but for me two things are very clear: I will be spending the next phase of my life raising my little brood and honing my craft as a writer.
I'm grateful you've stopped by Classical Quest. I'd love to know --
What are your goals for the next ten years?