HALF N’ HALF

Today as I lived motherhood, I thought about this perfectly
imperfect, staged family photo from Ryan’s birthday. You see, I had the camera
on a timer and tried to get us all set up for a great shot – for his birthday!
– but Olivia wasn’t on board. She was on us, actually, crawling around, being
17-months-old. Which is exactly life as we know it. It’s very intentional but
even more fickle, ever demanding of laissez-faire, the tag line “all is well,” and the singing of “Que Sera, Sera.”

My dishes are only half-done, but my house is
totally tidied. My groceries are still waiting for me to buy them at Sprouts,
but there is still food in the fridge. My legs aren’t shaved, but I’m showered and clean.

I mean, the glass could be totally full, but whatev. It’s half-way there.