I feel as I get older I start to resonate more and more with my mom’s wise words, “looks don’t last forever”.
Yes, I was a shallow kid. Like most university students, I wanted to date the hottest guys. And I remember drooling over one guy and my mom gently reminding me, “it won’t be like that forever.”
And at the time I thought she was just talking about his body, but what I’ve come to realize is she was talking about all bodies.
Our bodies change.
We get older and they transform.
And this is usually met with denial and resistance, but maybe it doesn’t have to be.
Maybe perfect isn’t pretty.
What if what’s actually pretty is people’s “flaws”.
Because aren’t our flaws what bring us together and say, me too?
I’ve been up since 6am.
And it’s Saturday.
Why, you might ask?
Just my body clock telling me to pee.
Though, I have to say, I love this time of day.
Cuddling with him.
Being his big spoon.
Looking out the window
Watching the wind flirt with the tree.
It’s been magical
And it’s not just this morning
It’s every Saturday morning.
We sit here
Sip our coffee together
And I dream.
I dream about my past dreams.
How I always wanted this
And a book
Wrapped into one.
But honestly, it doesn’t feel real!
How did I get here?
I ask myself.
Do I even deserve this?
My man is literally cooking me breakfast right now.
Truly, I don’t deserve all of this?!
It is too beautiful.
And I know people say perfect doesn’t exist.
But those people never woke up in my dreams.