I didn’t dawn on me until we had Bo, that I didn’t grow up, per se, I was bred. To go to college, to get a job, to get money and status. Bred to get the next thing.
I think a lot of us were.
That was fine, save for the lonliness. And then I met Robyn, and I had a reason to stop and smell the roses.
Except, I didn’t know how to stop, nor how to smell them. I think that’s why sometimes the emotions I get when I am with my family, close friends, and extended family are so wonderful, but almost painful. Overwhelming.
But it doesn’t have to be my family, it could be something smaller - a sunrise, a song, a quiet moment, a deep breath. Those are roses too.
The smell of the roses is just so beautiful. It’s so joyful. It’s so special. I never knew.
I don’t know how to handle these very strong emotions because I never started learning how, until we met - I’d say I’m still learning actually.
Better late than never. Much better late in fact, just hard and lots of tears.
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