“I’m ready to accept it that life isn’t perfect.”
I say it to my husband last night before bed. He, of all people, is the first one to know. I say it with pride and I say it with confidence and I say it like I’m speaking out loud the very obvious. He turns his head from his book with a smile and a chuckle. He isn’t really old enough to chuckle quite yet, but that’s what it sounds like and for that I am glad.
I was trying to be funny.
This feels like a victory I need to announce,
like a milestone I’ve reached on the road to maturity
(a gift we’ve been given to give God the credit)
Life isn’t perfect–and it’s going to be okay.
Imperfect doesn’t mean there can never be magic.