As if we could hike only the summits and neglect the lush, deepness of the in-between.
And life just isn’t that way.
Life is more of a winding path that sometimes feels like the desert, sometimes the rain forest, and there may be a few mountain-tops thrown in there, but for the most part, living is just putting one foot in front of the other.
Today, Prodigal Magazine is allowing me to tell a story about how our life maybe didn’t turn out exactly the way we wanted.
Chocolate chip pancakes sizzle on the griddle yesterday morning. Ten years into this parenting thing and I just now found out my daughters love chocolate chip pancakes.
Well then. Let’s make them every day, I think. At least they’ll agree on breakfast (one likes eggs, one likes waffles of course).
I stand in the kitchen, this small rented kitchen, and flip pancakes with my spatula while my husband does his “husband” things of getting ready for work in the morning.
He says hello to the golden retriever. He finds his shoes from the garage. He ties them while reading the news on his iPad.
And I make pancakes for our daughters.
He grabs his keys, his computer bag and he kisses me quickly in passing on the way out the door…
For a long time I wondered if we’d lost our love again, if we’d been lazy or negligent. Why aren’t we fighting to be near one another any more? Is this what it is and is this what the future is as well?…
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