When I was two months to three…

When I was two months to age three, my mother died. In fact, my Eyrin is within a week of my own age when my mother died, so surely this was the time when she knew she was dying, leaving her babies behind. I am so, so, SO freaking lucky!

She’s singing to herself in our bed, tucked in for the night, but not yet asleep. She’s got a sniffle, so we had quiet evening on the couch, a healthy smoothie, and an early tuck in with stories. Baby is jumping around in my belly right now, I can feel him moving off to the right. They have so much room in there right now, it must be quite fun, weightless in amniotic fluid. I’m healthy, she’s healthy, the baby’s healthy, hubby’s healthy. We have a gorgeous new home, and we’re working on prosperous work for both of us (he’s got it, I’m working on it).

Life’s really, really, really good. And I’m articulating that thrive attitude. Imagining the everyday (which is what works best with the Law of Attraction.)

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