Five Minute Friday: Unexpected
There are some things in this life — my life — that are surprises. I didn’t think I would like them. Relish in them.
Seeing the dog, body tension filled, ready to unleash her energy in one bound upon the innocent little birds in our backyard. Watching a flutter of activity, feathers flying as yet . . . once again, Ruth was too slow.
Digging my feet into sofa cushions.
Relishing, being deliriously happy, even encouraging a community of mothers to endure the decree . . . give birth naturally. Without intervention. Without dulling the senses. Experiencing all aspects of birth.
There was a moment . . . it lasted maybe 32 seconds where I told the Engineer that I hated him. In that moment I realized that I was going to give birth to my Pleasant Word alone . . . without my beloved midwife.
Delighting in seeing a figure clad in black . . . and the token streak of purple barreling down a step incline, enlisting gravity to help him descend the mighty mountains clad in white snow. And I trailing behind . . . doing my best to show him that I . . . I am a brave wife . . . courageous enough to partner with him in feeding three testosterone rich saplings.
Enjoying Indian food. So much so that when the call to move there descended into our marriage . . . I agreed. Changed. Never to same woman again.
How I want to linger here . . . so many unexpected moments that make for rich snapshots in my history.
Linking up with IRL Lisa-Jo . . .