I remember, whilst putting away wedding gifts destined to become patches in the backdrop of our marriage and family, feeling still too young to own a set of knives. I washed them, soapy and slippery in the sink. One juvenile move and there could be blood. I wanted my mother. To wash them for me. I do not know the sharpness of a knife, I do not care to. I flinched and with white knuckles put the knives away.
These are BIG THINGS.
Our family plan "to build" is scarier than I anticipated.
It could be six years before Jake is done with graduate school.
And me? I almost finished my new year resolution project
to build a photo album, until I realized that they just don't
print pictures like they used to.
It's a big, scary thing. But I like building.
Building a family IS scary. And I too don't print pictures like a used to. It is one of my goals, and still have yet to print one!
ReplyDeletei hope "building" means having babies. if your only reservation is not having a babysitter, please reconsider. i'd be willing to work full time :)
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