Sometimes this life we're living throws us under the bus, so to speak.
Sometimes shit just happens that makes control freaks like me need mass amounts of Xanas, because we realize that we really have, indeed, very little control over what cards we get dealt.
I started this new year knowing that it was going to be a roller-coaster, topsy-turvey, partially hellish 12 months.
I started this year knowing that our Stella would have to leave us and travel to Boston to have her broken heart fixed.
I started this year knowing that certain personal relationships were going to take a hit.
I started this year hoping I'd get to put this house on the market and move into my dream home.
But life hit me right between the eyes with a speed pitch and I'm just now regaining my footing...just now accepting that again, I'm not the one calling all the shots.
Last night, I was at a department store...and I heard one of those easy listening songs that you also hear in dentist offices and at the bank.
I'm usually oblivious to the croonings on muzak but the words to the cheesy song could've knocked me to the ground by themselves. I've always had a keen ear for lyrics of songs-of all types...and sometimes I hear something that changes the way I think...maybe that's why I write for a living.
And last night, in Gabriel Brothers, the words of Michael Buble (I think that's how you spell it..ya know the fresh faced Harry Connick Jr. wannabe) spoke directly to me....and snapped me out of a major funk while at the same time, causing me to start blubbering, in plain view of anyone who cared to glance my way.
Since I've been at a loss for my own words lately, I am borrowing his words to address a very loved member of my family...cheesy? yes. But I'm cheesy, so here goes it.
And I Know Someday That It'll All Turn Out
You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much More Than I Get ...
I Just Haven't Met You Yet....!
I didn't anticipate adding to my family this year.
I'm done worrying about logistics and childcare and money and work and sleep and spending another summer as big as a house, keeping my local Dairy Queen in business. I'm ready to accept the fact that this lil ' buggar is here for a reason...and we can't wait to meet him/her in September. I'm sure Scarlett can...but mommy and daddy think round two is going to be another good one!
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