Moving Through

I guess it is about acquiescing, something I have never been good at. About yielding. I am doing it, despite myself. I love this, but miss my husband and my spiritual life. Miss being something other than the face of the co-op and a mommy even while passionately happy filling these shoes. Its a very old story, told by more parents that can be counted. Then he comes over and puts little kisses all over my arm and smiles up at me with such tender emotion.