Haystack

Words like “if” and “maybe” are slowly becoming “when” and “probably”

Love is being comfortable with the person that can make you feel shaky and alive and breathless all at the same time. And that person is the one you can run to when everything is falling apart because they are the one person that is stable and concrete. They are your constant.

They are the one who you can talk to for hours on end, running out of things to say, but you are content to listen to them breathing, knowing their heart beats like yours, for yours. They are alive and because of that, the world seems a little more wholesome

So being in a Human Development course, we learn a lot about relationships and families and lately I’ve  been thinking about my own future family a lot. In the class we talk about relationships gone wrong, parents falling apart, kids in broken homes, etc. and I started wondering how I would be able to tell my future children how much they were loved and wanted from the day I found out they existed. Idea: pregnancy journal. Documenting the first kick, the first ultrasound visit, pictures, name ideas. I would basically be writing to my future child while they are still in utero. 

Is it weird that I’m thinking about this all? Being an early education major sucks sometimes because I’m constantly being reminded about a life I want to have…a life I’ll someday have…way far away…in the future…