Our middle child, Aaron, is reading an adventure book full of pirates and missing treasure. He’s got the biggest imagination out of all of us and sometimes I find myself staring at him, wondering what is going on in that overactive brain of his. I wish I could experience it with him.
Our youngest, Carrie, is curled up with Anna. She’s reading a spooky book with a witch and an owl on the cover, so she might be sleeping with us again if she gets all freaked out. That’s okay. I don’t mind. It won’t be long before that phase slips away and I wouldn’t mind clinging onto her childhood for a little bit longer.
Anna’s loving brown eyes dart to me over her book. We gaze at each other with warm smiles on our faces, our eyes full of the gratitude I know we’re both feeling.
It’s incredible what we’ve built—this relationship, this family, this life full of love.
We have a nice home and a small vacation cabin. I still can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe I got a second chance.
That fact is never lost on me. Inevertake it for granted. Not for one second.
Every day I’m appreciative of what I have.
For my home, for my job, for my kids, but especially for Anna. She’s the light of my life.
She’s the love I never thought I’d get to experience.
She’s everything.
My sweet beautiful soul.
The End!