… that it would all be alright.
I was rushing around today, for appointments to lunch with some of the family and back to work. Off to the gym and home to cook dinner and watch {squeal!} glee. I smiled the whole way through. I smiled because somewhere along the way I had realised it.
No matter what, no matter where and no matter how many of us there is, I’d be ok. Hubby would be ok. We would be ok. And not that I don’t want to go places, do things and have like a million babies {actually three would probably be the max}, I do, but it won’t end me if I don’t. It especially won’t end me if it doesn’t happen in even the next ten years!
And there’s so much I can fit into 10 years. I mean seriously, look what I did with the last ten. Holy moly I had forgotten. I had made a plan. The Mummy plan and it kinda fell through. And I forgot I had options. That life goes on. That there were options. Always options.
And something about today just screamed that at me. And I got it. Right to my very core.
Best Valentines Day ever.
Suger 
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