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I was driving home from running an errand today, and I had this unexpected vision of an almost 3-year-old little boy. He was wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt. He had dirty blonde hair. I see him wearing a stylish plaid hat, tilted at an angle, just so. He’s holding hands with his little sister. I haven’t been sad lately, or even very anxious. And this is weird to me. I’m used to being sad. And then visions like this come out of nowhere, and I think–this is what my life should be. “Stuck” in a house with two tiny children. Pulling my hair out and trying to work. But also just happy. This is what I wanted. And now it’s what I’m missing. Life is quite strange.