I’m at my local IHOP and I am sitting next to a young family of four. The Dad, the Mom, the 4-year old, and the baby in the high chair. I know I shouldn’t be envious. I know things in life change. I know I have nothing to complain about (well, I have *some* things to complain about…. just not that much really). I know that it was my decision. But I miss that.
Could I have a husband again? Could I have two children? A house with a backyard? I never thought I would want that.
But I do.