There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
~Albert Schweitzer
When I was a little girl, I remember sitting and daydreaming of what my adult life would one day be like. I imagined a suburban home, white picket fence, 4 kids and a dog. I would spend my days cleaning and cooking while the children were at school and would welcome them home everyday with milk and cookies. Then, promptly at six pm, my husband would come home clad in a suit and tie to a hearty meal prepared with love... sounds like an episode of Happy Days or something.
Now as an adult I find reality is not quite as vivid as my imagination. In fact life is not nearly what I expected it to be. The older I am the more I realize that my actual reality is so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. For years I would pray that God would bless me with a stable home, loving partner, and a child by the time I was 25. At 24, in the midst of a divorce and single, I began to doubt that I would ever find true happiness. I finally began to focus on me... and somewhere in finding myself I found true happiness. I met a wonderful man and began one of the best relationships I have ever been blessed with. He was 30 and had a little girl that was 10. While I understood that he was a package deal, I was secretly thrilled that maybe, just maybe, on day this would be my family.
Now, over a year later, I have come to realize that everything I prayed for is coming into existence. While it might not have been exactly what I prayed for but I have been blessed with everything I have ever wanted and for that I am eternally grateful.
