You know, I used to have all these notions about what my life would be like. I had a plan for the way my twenties would unfold, and the way my thirties would follow.
My reality is totally different than that. Completely. In every way.
This morning I conversed with a room full of mommies about our children and the habits of their bowels. Over coffee.
Now, I'm baking bread, and eating truffles. With more coffee. (I don't like bon-bons.) (It's decaf.)
And, believe it or not, this all feels so right.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
The bear went over the mountain.