Let's be honest, 2010. I don't expect much from you. I mean, your mean older sister just did a doozy on me, so unless you've got something like THAT up your sleeve... you're looking like a gentler, milder year. Of course I am not setting myself up like I did last year. I don't have the money or the emotional reserves to do 3 more IVFs, so if we're lucky, you'll only have one chance to either: make 2010 the best year since 2005/6 or to eff me over royally. Let's make a deal, Mr. Twenty-Ten... you play nice and I'll speak well of you in the future. Your sister? She will henceforth be referred to as "The Year That Shall Not Be Named" or Volde-nine.
I'm not asking for much Twenty-Ten. Some peace, some ease, some 'normal'. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't turn down a free (ie: miracle conception in the bedroom) pregnancy, and I wouldn't turn my nose up at Ruby learning new language by leaps and bounds... but I'm not expecting miracles. So, just don't fuck it up too badly, ok?
Alright. Now hit me with your best shot.
Kori,
This is my morning "prayer". Given your request of 2010 to provide some ea and some normal I thought you might like it too.
~K
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it will not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky, and want, more than the entire world, your return.
- Mary Jean Irion
Posted by: Kirsten Collins | January 03, 2010 at 08:51 AM