Everything is as it should be. Last night I thought Bob and I might have some one on one time together, talking things over and taking down the loft bed I put up for my son and I last time I went and got him for a visit. Turned out Luke wanted to come too. So while I barely collected my thoughts, divided between several conversations at once, my two young friends took the loft down and smiled at me, waving good night. I was grateful. I remain grateful.
This morning I awoke to the familiar brilliant light of day streaming through my room. A light which I haven’t seen since Bob and I constructed the loft bed in the first place. The room looks far more elegant, or, at least the room appeals more to my sense of open space, and deliberate movement. The change only demonstrates my need for something (or perhaps some things) to put on the wall across from my bed, and the dubious lack of a reading lamp.
The world has changed. Everything is as it should be, and yet, everything is different indeed.
