It was taken in December 2005.
I vaguely remember that night.
A get together with friends, tacos for dinner I’m pretty sure.
My first reaction when I found it was to say to Shane:
“Look, I was happy then.”
It came out before I could even censor myself.
I’m not sure what I meant exactly.
He asked if I’m happy now.
Because I am.
Sure I’m stressed (who isn’t?)
And sometimes parenthood and I aren’t the best of friends.
And sometimes I could go for a nice long vacation by myself.
But really, I don’t think I’m unhappy.
But apparently deep in the recesses of my subconscious maybe I am?
So that is what I’m going to work on this year and forever.
Because it pains me to think I’ve lost a bit of happiness on my way to this point.