The older I get, the less certain I am of anything.
I know that there’s one place to find truth and that we are given exactly what we need.
I know that who you marry matters and that I have been greatly blessed in that regard. Also, I just kind of really like him.
I know that moments become days and days become a childhood and I’ll never be ready for them to be gone.
And so lately, despite the stories I could tell here and the things I could share, I find myself sinking into these faces. Standing by them at the sink; really seeing them when they read to me; answering questions from underneath the laundry pile; saying “I’m sorry” when my patience fails; telling them the truth, always; laughing with them around the dinner table.
Because all of those moments and days – what we give them and oftentimes what we don’t – really, truly matter.
And that’s pretty much all I know.