Last night in bed I told My Beloved that just this week, after more than 7 months, I began to start wondering why I'm here - why I survived when Thomas didn't, I mean. I could have easily died. Twice. Once when I hemorrhaged during the C-section and again a few days later when I developed a blood infection.
I could have died, but I didn't. So why am I here?
Without missing a beat, My Beloved said, so lovingly, "To do my laundry." Last night that was the absolute perfect answer. We both laughed, snuggled in and fell asleep.
Every once in a while, for a few moments and against all odds, life is still perfect.
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It's nice when life's little moments remind us that we do indeed have blessings to count. And you, apparently, have a purpose in life as a laundress -- bonus!
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